And so it begins!

Ah it is that time of year when the air turns crisp, the leaves begin to fall, children go back to school and FOOTBALL SEASON ARRIVES! I must admit I have been a very bad fan the past few years due to all sorts of little inconveniences but I plan to rectify this situation. After all I have two sons who will one day enter the world of sports and I must get them introduced to football so they may choose wisely when their day to play arrives. Thanks to cell phones, unlimited night and weekend minutes, and television I can "watch" most of the games with my sister Mauria who might be the smartest person I know when it comes to the game. She knows the players, the teams, the calls, and she knows how to entertain a flight from New York to Boise with her rantings and ravings at Monday Night Football. And so the first Sunday Night Football game found us in our respective living rooms, phones in hand, ready to watch the first game. Well anyone who saw that game knows how good it was (yeah the boys and I stopped watching before half time and read books instead) but still fall is really here because football has begun!

Before the game started Wy emptied the toy box and pushed it into the living room where he then hoisted Conner up and over and then climbed aboard himself. And it was from this very seat that they watched most of the game (well as far as we watched anyway).

My sister and I are Cowboys fans (insert digs here please) and although they are other teams that we root for, we always root for the Cowboys. In fact six years ago we planned a trip to Texas Thanksgiving week just to watch them play. We had always talked about it but since she was moving that year to begin a new job we thought that this would be the perfect year to go. We would fly down Wednesday, see the game Thursday (we didn't care about Thanksgiving dinner; who would when you could watch The Boys play), and fly home Friday. It was the perfect plan.

Enter foil of said perfect plan:

Brad proposed, I said yes and six months later, two days after the big game, we were married. Mauria and I contemplated continuing with our plans, I mean come on, we could fly down, fly home and be here Friday with plenty of time to do a last minute dress fitting, figure out how to do my hair and be ready for a 5am trip to Logan, UT. Right? WRONG! My mom put the kibosh on our plans pretty fast. Her argument did seem pretty sound but still I wanted to go! Murphy's Law though: if you have a wedding to be in Utah for you're bound to get stuck in an airport due to severe winter weather. You just can't have a wedding without the bride (at this point I must pause to wonder if the bride who was crying because her groom was over an hour late ever found her groom - hope so!) and so we called off the big trip to the game. I must bring up this point as well: I couldn't fly because I might miss my own wedding but the day before I was to be married, instead of going to a spa for a mani/pedi, a massage, and hair treatment, I was chasing cows through snow covered fields hoping like mad that I didn't fall face first and break a tooth, get a fat lip and create a black eye.
And so, because I am renewing my devotion to the game of football I make this oath:
Mauria, I promise you that one day we shall make that blessed pilgrimage to the great state of Texas and we will watch the boys play!