The New Seasons

Throughout my entire life I have encountered four seasons every year. Oklahoma isn’t crazy helpful for a lot of things, but it does have four pretty distinct seasons, and for that I have been grateful. Yet something happened when I chose to marry this man. Somehow the universe opened up and swallowed about nine other seasons whole. Enter: sports.

Sure you’ve got your main seasons- football in the fall, baskeball in the winter, baseball in the spring. And then, just as you think there’s a break in the clouds, summer intervenes. I initially (naively) believed that summer was a time off from organized sports. Everyone is out of school, no major sporting events happen to my knowledge, though the World Cup debacle from our honeymoon stands to prove me wrong. Alas, I have discovered that summer isn’t actually a time off from sports, but a season during which you can play any sport you want. Then there are seasons I haven’t quite figured out yet. When, for example, do tennis players stop playing tennis? Soccer seems to last all year. Then you’ve got golf, lacrosse, hockey, the Olympics… and probably things I don’t even realize my husband watches.

One of these seasons came to an end last night, and I must admit it hasn’t been nearly as difficult as I expected. It could be the fact that I’ve convinced him we don’t need a television (mostly because I don’t need a television) so that keeps our game watching (or at least our mindless game watching) to a minimum. For us, watching football this season usually meant being with friends at a tailgate or at their home. And from there, any sporting event looks a lot more enjoyable. I’ve learned the names of some players (three to be exact), learned some new phrases, and actually won money by picking bowl teams. I still haven’t figured out what a blitz is, though a girlfriend told me I should use the phrase during games to appear more knowledgable in football. I’m working on it.

So to these new seasons: I think I can live with you. But let’s keep the food and friends flowing- and may every game seem like merely a half.

[fb_like]

4 thoughts on “The New Seasons”

  1. "He did a great job moving into the pocket, away from the blitz" – works every time! Another one to fall back on is, you know…I like (enter name of team playing's) jerseys, but who can beat Oregon for options.

  2. Love your take on the sports season… I sometimes feel the same… Seems like sports likes to take over EVERY season. Some sort of conglomerate plan to take over the world or something 🙂

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *