I know the rules, I know a bad call when I hear one, and I can scream at the TV at any given moment. This is my third season in the fantasy football league, it is more stressful than I ever imagined – I love it! I like the Saints, I like the Cowboys…yes, you can like both; but my favorite team is Princess Pigskins – I bleed hot pink and black! There is no official jersey…maybe I should have one made, along with pennants, pompons, and my very own logo…maybe all of that is a little overboard…or not!
I start my Sunday’s in God’s house; or else my week just wouldn’t be right; but once I make it home, the heels come off and my “helmet” comes on… my heart tics with the game clock, I can only count to four (quarters)and I live in 15 minute increments. I will be more than happy to get the kids some juice…when someone has scored, someone is tackled, when there is a time out, or any other reason the clock has stopped. I stand and pace (burning all the calories I have eaten in a week), I check my laptop play by play, and let a few 4-letter words fly on occasion. I am competitive beyond words.
I like my nails done, my hair colored, my clothes to fit just right. I’m into posh purses, swanky shoes and up-market make-up; I am fascinated with football – so there you have it – I dress like a girl, I accessorize like a girl, I put on my make-up like a girl, and last but not least, you guessed it… I watch football like a girl!
Any Questions?
© Chaos
Sunday
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