dysFUNction

I'd like to say that Football came back to me on his knees, with flowers, begging me to take it back this season, but it went more like this:

Football: Hey Baby. (wink) You know you can't live without me.
Me: (perhaps a bit too gleefully) Yes! Yes! I do!!! Wait...I mean...I'll think about it.

There are no promises that I'll get treated right this time around. No assurance that I won't be dressing up for empty promises and throwing money at disappointment. But I do love football. And in the end, Football is right. I will take it back every time...as long as Nick Saban is never. Ever. our coach.

There was one teeny weeny little trade off this time around. I will actually be skipping this weekend's opening game to go see family. Sure I decided to go on the trip because I didn't think I'd have a ticket. Maybe I considered canceling my trip once I was offered one. But I'd like for y'all to ignore that little tidbit and consider that I am growing as a person...a person who won't have a t.v. this weekend. And I'll be fine. Really.

For a moment, during last weekend's hurricane hubub, I thought, "Did God send this as a message to tell me to get my butt to the game next week?" I felt a little like Jonah. Maybe I had been reading a little too much Michelle Bachmann's blog. But whatever it was, I was a little worried. God is a Bulldog, you know, but I don't think hurricanes as punishment is really His style. Not since Noah's day, anyhow.

At any rate, whether the weather was my fault or not, next weekend I will be at the game, fully dressed in my Game Day best, butterflies (and tailgate food) in my stomach, standing outside the gates of Sanford Stadium like a schoolgirl awaiting her first date...again. Ah, fall!

Fondest regards,
The Lady

P.S. I picked up some bacon Palmetto Cheese for the first home tailgate. I tested it, of course, and it. was. good. obvi. Totally worth a trip to South Carolina.