I am watching NFL games, in real time. That’s right–the Redskins vs. the Giants. I don’t have to stay up late to watch. I don’t have to avoid hearing the scores until tomorrow because the game wasn’t the most popular in its time slot and AFN won’t air it until tomorrow morning.
I’m sitting here, watching football on a Sunday afternoon.
Life is good.
Even after we purchased the AFN, American football on Sundays was one of the things I missed most living overseas. Even during years when I didn’t know all the players names, positions, or teams, there was nothing I loved better than sitting down on the couch and being able to catch the Redskins game. Something about the tradition of it all was what I ached for, so even when I stayed up late to watch a game, it just wasn’t quite the same.
So we found new Sunday traditions. Thanks to Anne and Phil, we became huge fans of the Sunday Roast–a nice, big, mid-day meal and the company of good friends, followed by desserts, tea and coffee, and (when Anne was around) a knit and natter.
Back in America now, we managed to blend the two, quite nicely, if I do say so myself. Following a nice big Sunday roast, the girls had their first, impromptu football practice thanks to Uncle Andrew!
Maybe you can go home again, after all.
