For those who know me personally, I am the world’s biggest kid when it relates to Christmas. Decorations, gifts, baking, cooking and parties send me into giddy mode and excited for the holidays. I have always told anyone who will listen that Nov. 1 to Jan. 1 is my favorite time of the year.
I suppose I have always gauged that feeling based on how much I miss that two-month time span during the other parts of the year. I am by no means abandoning my passion for the holidays, or even replacing them with a substitute, but it hit me earlier this week that there is another season I have missed even more than Christmas.
Football. Football. Football.
Obviously, it would not be unusual for me to say baseball since my hometown Kansas City Royals are the defending World Series champions, but there is just something about a time of year that you know excitement is coming nearly every day of the week.
Think about it. Junior varsity games on most Thursdays, varsity hitting the field on Fridays, and on those other days of the week, it is nearly impossible to not catch a game on the tube. I
If you think I am wrong, go ahead. If you are a satellite subscriber, conduct a guide search using only the word “football.” You can easily football binge.
When there is not a special event on a Saturday, I am guilty of being a binge junkie. The first games typically air at 11 a.m. and are still rolling 12 hours later. And I am right there for every minute of it. Twelve hours of pad smashing, bone cracking, crowd screaming action is more than enough for me to find my happy place once a week.
And of course, football, or any sports for that matter, would be considered incomplete without the presence of trash talk. A few things about trash talk. If you truly get offended by trash talk, stay away from sports. It can be fun. Plus, if you are offended, that is your fault. Don’t let it get to you. Seriously, my hometown Kansas City Chiefs just won their first playoff game in more than 20 years last season and the Royals won their first pennant in three decades. It is what it is. Deal with it. Trash talk is meant to be fun. It is a natural part of any sport.
With that in mind, there are those who trash talk, who really shouldn’t. I am referring to those “fans” who badmouth a team or a specific player without any actual knowledge of said team or player. You all know who I am talking about.
There is always that one guy, or gal, who every single time a flag is thrown, yells “pass interference.” I particularly enjoy hearing that when the flag was thrown on a run play. I am speaking from experience. Anyone who has been to one of our massive Thanksgiving get togethers has watched me literally bite my tongue in an effort to not lay down the truth.
Wow. I completely got off track, but I am pretty sure you get my point. Football is upon us. I am excited. Bring it on. The end.
Rick Phelps is the news director at KOXE-KBWD radio and a former staff writer for the Brownwood Bulletin. Comments may be emailed to firstname.lastname@example.org.