|Everything looks like a baby...|
Usually August is an exciting time for me because it means that football season is right around the corner, but it has crept up on me this year. I haven’t been paying attention to details. As friends and coworkers begin to talk football news, I find myself lost, like a kid who has failed to study for a quiz.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m pumped that football is just around the corner, I'm just a bit behind on the latest trades and acquisitions. Perhaps this is due to the upcoming new addition to our own roster.
These days I have more to think about than training camps and pre-season rituals. Schedules have taken on a whole new meaning, as weeks and trimesters have replaced quarters and halves.
Statistics have changed for me; I’m more concerned with crown to rump ratio rather than touchdowns to interceptions. Passing yards have taken a backseat to red blood cell production, while training camp reports have been ignored while I anticipate finding out if we’re having a boy or a girl.
As we chart the progress with each week, I’ve found myself going weeks without watching SportsCenter and in the dark about my beloved team’s progress. It seems there’s a new team in town and it’s quickly become my favorite, The Fanning family.