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.