I am a huge NFL fan….I have been since I was old enough to know what I was watching on television. Maybe that was my initiation into becoming a tomboy, who knows? Regardless of which came first, the pigskin or the scars, I am who I am.
I was fortunate to meet some good friends in 1999 who ran a fantastic restaurant and an equally great football pool. Back then it was on a piece of legal paper, hand-written, with a relatively legible set of football picks. I had explained to these two dear gentlemen how much more impressive it would be to have an Excel spreadsheet that could total wins automatically and the gauntlet of running the pool was immediately thrust into my hands. Since 2003, I have grown the pool from twenty participants to sixty-five. I am affectionately known as “The Commish” during my favorite season of the year – football season.
During those many years, I have only been close to the big prize once – and after a horrific showing in week 17 of the regular season, I dropped from first place to fourth place in a matter of hours and right out of the money. For years, it was known as the ‘crash and burn’. This year, I find myself going into week 17 tied for first place and the memories of that fatal crash are bubbling to the surface. My heart is racing (thankfully I took my blood pressure meds this morning) and I needed to find a distraction to quell the feeling of sickness in the pit of my stomach. Hence, this blog post. I apologize for what could be seen as needless drivel, but writing not only distracts me, it calms my nerves.
I will be truly happy for the winners, whatever the outcome, but it would extremely uplifting to overcome that stigma of being the sorriest pilot in the NFL pool flight academy.
The large screen beckons, the green turf is inviting and the voices in my head are telling me to trust my gut. That may be difficult since my gut may be sent hurtling across my living room soon, but I’ll give it the old college try!! Go Chargers!!