Let the Games Begin!

For at least a couple of weeks now, its’s all I’ve heard about. Everybody’s spirits are higher, a little pep has been added to their step, and the world seems to be a little brighter.

Football is back. Well, preseason anyway. But these gamers don’t care, they’d watch Pee Wee football if someone would just televise it.

Have you ever really watched a football fan on the very last day of the regular season, the last game that will be played before going into the playoff’s which will lead to the grand finale of the Super Bowl?

That last day, you can already see the decline. Their bodies begin to lose a life, their joy light is like a dampened candle and their faces are already showing signs of despair.

Then post season begins with weeks of playoff’s ahead. They try and mask their depression through all the screaming and hollering, arm-chair fist beating, and shouting insults at the referees from their recliners – but it’s still there. The end is in sight and they know it.

Then finally the big day comes, people are planning parties, get-togethers, making “football-food” and setting up their living arena for the biggest game of the year. If their particular favorite team happens to be participating, then that event goes to a whole 'nother level.

The gamers will be dressed in their team jersey’s/colors, decorations may even be strewn about it, and they begin to argue about who will be invited and who will not – because fans of the opposing team – well you know what a night full of emotion can bring that to – A BOIL.

A big pot of boiling water just waiting to erupt. Because these true-blue football fans can get a little crazy. I know – I’ve been one of them. It’s the last game of football season, emotions are running high, you both want to scream for your team and cry because it’s almost over and you got some guy across the room in YOUR house wearing HIS enemy jersey cheering because THEIR side/team just made a touchdown with three minutes left in the game.

You consider putting a lamp shade up the side of his head or at the very least, slinging the chipotle dip in his face and your head is screaming inside, why did I ever invite this traitor anyway? But you gather your sanity and try and remind yourself – it’s just a game.

But is it? Just a game? It’s the last game and suddenly everything feels like life and death. Because IF YOU WIN – you still lose. Because this is it. There will be no more football for at least seven LONG months. The sadness is real, so are the DT’s you will soon be trying to survive and for weeks you will watch recorded football from games gone past.

But its back – pre-season football is back. Half the nation will be glued to their televisions even though the scores and wins don’t really count, they don’t care. Their bodies are already fill with the adrenaline that comes with the first sight of a goal post and a leather ball.

Look-out football nation – Season 2018 is coming for you!