Now that we live in Podunk, I've tried to get into the local football scene. Seems I spend most Friday nights listening to my beloved Lions play on the radio rather than heading down to the local stadium. I think it's part of being Brownwood born and raised, I swear I bleed maroon. But, now my Thursdays are occupied by football too. You see, I have my own "boy of fall".
See number 41? That is my own little Warrior. And I have turned into that scary football mom. You know, the one who yells too loud and questions the refs calls. I love that Tris has such a love for football. It's something the two of us share. My husband cannot stand football. But, even he has started trying to learn and get into it. Who knew football could help a family reconnect? It has been a fantastic experience for all of us. Tris is working harder than he ever had in his life.
So, on Thursdays I'm the crazy proud Warrior football mom and on Fridays I'm the die hard Brownwood Lions fan glued to my radio.
Is football a big deal in your neck of the woods?