This will be the first and only time you will hear me utter these words… I am thankful for football. Please don’t confuse my thankfulness for football to mean that I like football. Quite the opposite actually. So what’s so special about today?
This morning, my wonderful hubby and I dressed in layer upon layer upon layer (yes… I have 4 layers on right now and will probably be adding another), left the kids with grandma and Aunt Kim, and journeyed 3 hours to Brad’s alma mater… Iowa State University. Once a year, we trek to Ames, IA to meet Brad’s college buddies and cheer on the Cyclones.
Truthfully, I do more chatting than cheering. While I inherited these friends by marriage, I love them dearly and am always so excited for our one weekend together a year. I love how Brad (a typically very calm and not very animated man) livens up as he recalls the good ol’ college days with his buddies. I especially find it amusing to hear him joining his very enthusiastic friend in applauding ISU… to the point my relaxed guy is actually shouting, cheering, and clapping!
Oh, it’s a fun weekend!
10 years ago when Brad and I just met one other couple and sat on metal bleachers in 30-degree weather with a 30-mph snow blowing into our faces, I swore it was the worst, most frigid thing I have ever experienced. The following year another couple joined us and have since taken on the responsibility of joining this group of friends together annually. We have been seated at the top of the stadium where the breath-taking cold wind keeps us huddled together. We have received calls from the front desk of the hotel reporting a noise complaint as we shared cocktails and late night games of Jenga. We’ve had the workers of a favorite burger joint snarl at us as we have placed complicated orders through the drive thru speaker. And we’ve tailgated in the rain while the guys warmed up next to a space heater that shot fire and us girls sat in the Jeep so a nursing mommy could pump!