And so it begins. (American) Football season. All the die-hard men in my life have sprung to. My brother Micah driving hundreds of miles for Redskins opening day at FedEx field. My husband waking up at 5am to watch the Jets game on DVR.
And me? I should get props for enduring multiple fantasy drafts this year and an entire season of Hard Knocks. Although I’ll admit: Rex Ryan is awesome.
We talk about free will as a good thing and yet in this context, obviously, Jonah has none. As it should be. Opening day for the Jets in the NEW Meadowlands. Monday Night Football. Season tickets still in the family. Bring it, boyz. Mamma needs some peace around here.
P.S. And how about my alma mater JMU felling a Division 1 team! Go Dukes.
P.P.S. How awesome is Sarah to send us these Jets silly bandz! And just days before giving birth. The gift is a reminder that for now, my child has no concept of a fad. I’m going to enjoy it.
P.P.P.S. You all have given me tv recommendations over the years. But not one of you told me that Eastbound and Down could become my new favorite hilariousest one. Shame on you.