Football Ending

If you have any men in your life, well, men who are football fans in particular, don’t become alarmed when they suddenly become more aware of their surroundings and notice people who live in the house with them, engage in a conversation that is not limited to “un-huh” and suggests very out-of-character things such as “We should watch one of those chick-flick movies you saved from the last time the cable company gave us free movies.”

After you pick yourself up off the floor, take that smile off your face and remember what time of year we are entering.

No, the world was supposed to end on December 21st or was it the 22nd. No, his lottery numbers did not come in. Yes, it is football playoff time and it is a difficult time, a stressful time, step away from the victim.

He needs compassion and attention as he waits for the playoff finals, but how do you compete with 95-yard touchdowns, 2 minute warnings, bouncy cheerleaders? A bowl of spicy chili with a cold beverage will be just a momentary diversion technique.

Then there is the big kahuna, THE SUPER BOWL, February 3rd, New Orleans, starring two yet-to-be-determined football teams. Folks, this is such a big deal that New Orleans is taking a five-day delay on Mardi Gras parades, a million people are expected at the party, Beyonce will wow Brent. Who knows our Falcons could be there?

For the next two weeks expect the unexpected, come February 4th, your job will be to help your football fan carry on by saying things like “Why before you know it, football pre-season will be here” and pry the tv remote from his white-knuckles so he can ingest some healing chicken noodle soup.

Go, Falcons, beat those ????????????????