The holidays are always an emotional time of year. This year was no exception for me. But something else happens every year, always between Christmas and New Years, that leaves me heavy-hearted and very melancholy. Last night, the regular season of the NFL ceased to exist for 2014 – time of death 11:32 pm.
I am a self-professed NFL junkie and I have been since I was a kid. For seventeen glorious weeks, I am content to sit on my couch for 10 hours on Sunday and watch the pigskin travel across the gridiron. That is my happy place.
About ten years ago, I took charge of an existing football pool and grew it from approximately fifteen participants to the seventy-one we had this year. With a fairly substantial buy-in, this pool has been a great success over the years and has given me the much-loved moniker “The Commish”. Running the football pool has not only been a great challenge to perfect the spreadsheets but it has introduced me to many new friends.
There is an overwhelming sadness in me today. Although the playoffs begin this weekend, I will miss the sixteen game roster every Thursday to Monday. Knowing the culmination of the entire season will arrive in five short weeks makes me want to stop time and rewind it back to the beginning of September….or change lyrics to songs from old musicals…..
Raindrops on grass fields and whiskers on backers,
Cheering the Chargers or watching the Packers,
Receivers that run like their feet sprouted wings,
these are a few of my favorite things.
*Sigh – they should make a pill for this!
As a fellow who doesn’t watch football under any circumstance, I cannot relate. I do sympathize, however. Perhaps I could call you “Commish” in the off season?
Aww….what a lovely gesture. I’d love that! 😀
The saddest day of the year is the day your favorite football team’s season ends.
And the Chargers blew the last game to miss the Playoffs….BOO!!
Thursdays and Mondays now officially suck. I feel your pain.