OK OK folks, I know this isnt a very "spiritual" post, but it's ok to lighten up a little from time to time from all the seriousness of this forum.
Most of you know that football is a big part of my life. When I was a young buck I played from the time I was 7 yrs old all the way to my senior yr in HS... linebacker, defense end, tight end on offense... and full back when we needed 2 yards for a 1st down. And now that I'm old and put out to pasture, I coach... and I love it. And my two older boys are playing the same positions I did. The only difference is they are now both 1" taller than me... and they are only 13 and 14 yrs old! Wait till they hit their growth spurt!
Anyway, I've posted things on here from time to time written by Charlie Daniels (yes, of 'Devil Went Down To Georgia' fame), and it's generally got something to do about his faith, or the direction of America.
This time, he hit a chord with me... and I loved this article because it is so much what I was feeling yesterday afternoon. Folks like Mike (crsschk) and Mr. Bill I'm sure can identify.
Anyway, for those who want something a little different to read... enjoy...
Krispy
[b]Football Famine[i]by Charlie Daniels
Mt. Juliet, Tennessee
I truly love the Super Bowl and I thought that this year's was one of the best ever.
The only thing I don't like about the Super Bowl is that it signals the end of the season. I know, I know, there's the Pro Bowl, but it's not the same. It actually don't mean anything except to honor the best players of the year by giving them a trip to Hawaii.
No more Monday Night Football, no more Thursday Night Football, no more Sunday doubleheaders or Saturday college games of the week. It's a sad state of affairs.
Actually I suffer at the end of every season with P.F.S., or Post Football Syndrome, and I've got the feeling that I'm not alone.
When you stop and think about it, football comes easing in with the preseason , when they're really not serious, just trying out the rookies and protecting the stars, only letting them play a quarter or so.
In the eyes of a real dyed in the wool fan it's a little aggravating to see your team take the first string out when you know they coulda won if they'd just left them in for another series of downs.
But we just have to suck it up and wait until next month when the season comes roaring in like a lion and consumes us for five months and then starts tapering off to the playoffs and finally the Super Bowl.
Every year when the Lombardi Trophy has been presented it seems that the wind has just gone out of my sails. The sight of the stadium hosting the Super Bowl emptying out is like letting the water out of the pool after summer is over.
I get a feeling like it's graduation night all over again. You get your diploma, say goodbye to your friends and wonder, "what the heck am I going to do now?"
My son, Charlie, Jr., is just as rabid about football as I am. He uses his season tickets for every Titans home game and is probably the loudest fan in the stadium. If I'm on the road, I'll call him on his cell phone and get live updates.
Now Hazel is not nearly as big a fan as Charlie, Jr. and myself but she does occasionally get excited about a football game, especially if the Oklahoma Sooners are playing. She is from Tulsa. I never pull for whoever is playing Oklahoma, no matter who it is… at least not while she can see what I'm doing. She can get downright ornery about it. Needless to say that she was not happy with the outcome of the National Championship Game this year.
It's not that I don't like other sports. In fact I like them all to one extent or another. I have been an Atlanta Braves fan for over four decades and March Madness and the Final Four get a little rise out of me. I like to watch Tiger Woods and the guys swat the little white ball around and if I understood it better I could probably get into a hockey game or two.
But let's face it; none of them is football…bone crunching, mouth smashing, adreniline pumping, heart stopping football.
I'm sure I'll get through the offseason. At least I've got one thing to inspire me in this drought. My beloved Tennessee Titans are playing in the Hall of Fame Game next season, the very first game of the year. It's only a preseason game, but it's still football.
Bring it on.
What do you think?
Pray for our troops
God Bless America
Charlie Daniels
February 6, 2009
