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What it was, was FOOTBALLL!!!!!

Football?  Really?

I know, I know, it’s BASEBALL season!  And yes, Bandita Suz and I are already laughing and poking at one another over our teams’ records and players.  She’s a fan of the Cleveland Indians.  Me?  I’m an Atlanta Braves fan, but I also have to root for the Washington Nationals and the Chicago Cubs.  Occasionally, in honor of my late Father-in-Law, I’ll have to root for the Chicago White Sox. 

I’m also totally caught up in baseball because my eldest son is a fabulous player.  (Even taking into account that I am his Mama, I have to say, he’s good!)  Now, my husband played football, baseball, basketball and rugby.  Ever seen the rugby bumper sticker that says “Give Blood, Play Rugby!”

Now, I have to let you in on a secret.  Shhhhhhhh!  Don’t tell the men of my household, but baseball is NOT my first love.  Nor is basketball, which my son also plays and plays well.

My favorite is FOOTBALL!!!  WOOHOOOO!!!  Love me some football.  And the reason I bring it up all out of season, is that the NFL Draft is coming up in 9 days.  I’d give you the hours and minutes, which I’m tracking, but I don’t want to bore you right away.  Ha!  So, in American football, the way the draft works is that the team with the absolute worst record in the previous season gets first pick of the new crop of kids coming out of college and applying for the draft.  Now, when it comes down to it, that doesn’t always happen, because that losing team with it’s first pick can trade that first-in slot to another team in trade for more seasoned players.  It’s a little bit like working a Vegas betting pool.

However, in the main, those losing-record teams generally keep their slots in hopes that young talent will somehow bring them a winning season THIS year. 

I love the game of football, with it’s associations to war games and strategy.  I love the pomp of it, the down-to-the-wire positioning, the mud games, the snow games, the torrential rain games.  I love the long bombs, the short passes that turn into 80-yard-runs; I even love the disasterous up the middle plays that so seldom work.

The Draft is fun too because I watch college football.  I’ve learned the skills and names of some of these wonderful young atheletes and look forward to seeing where they land.  It’s kind of like when, as an author, you read a contest entry and recognize the genius of a writer even while they’re at the “college level” and not yet in the “Big Game.”  You root for them.  You look forward to them making it and selling and, in the case of a good player, going in a high level pick of the Draft.  For me, I love to see writers who come into their own, sell big, or go for it and make it.  I just LOVE that.  I love it when people I know – or even those I don’t – make the sale, make the push to publish, or just win a contest.  It’s a “WIN!” and I’m thrilled for my friends when that happens. 

By the same token, I love when young men and women are part of teams, take on the task of learning a game and playing it well.  There’s something poetic about playing team sports and growing into the trust and camaraderie of a good, working team.  My son gets to experience this and I’m not only proud of him, I’m proud of his team.  As parents in the stands, we cheer for our kids and other people’s kids and we get to know a whole raft of people we might not otherwise meet. 

When you go to a football game, basketball, or a baseball game, whether it’s college or pro, there’s tailgating and serious fandom.    You “know” those fans, because they love the same thing you do.  That team.  The most rabid fans I’ve ever seen are football fans.  Have you ever been to a Florida Gator Game? (Go Gaaaaaaators!)  Or an Arkansas Razorback game?  What about the Crimson Tide of Alabama?  (ROLL TIDE!!)  UCLA?

Now, when it comes to serious college basketball, I love Duke, and UNC.  But football’s just not their thing, bless their Tarheel and Blue Devil Hearts.  My youngest son loves watching Duke basketball with me.  He’ll watch football with me too.  However, our darling Bandita Anna will be happy to know that his favorite sport is…drum roll….hockey.

And now…..

Do you even LIKE sports?

What’s your favorite? 

Do you have a favorite college or pro team, or both?

What do you think of the men of your favorite sport?

Do you own a jersey or team shirt?

Men Of Sports!

by Suzanne

Before I go any further, I’d like to announce that the pitchers and catchers have reported to spring training!! Whoohooo! The boys of summer are almost back!

Can you tell I adore baseball? I’m married to a Cleveland Indians fanatic, so I watch 161 games a year. I kid you not! But luckily for me, the scenery isn’t too hard on the eyes.


There’s Grady Sizemore out in Centerfield. He’s beautiful and beautiful to watch, especially when he’s stretched out going for a fly ball. They guy simply loves to play the sport and goes all out. And when he scores a run or steals a base, the grin he gives lights up his whole being!


Then there’s Travis Hafner, the DH, who hopefully will live up to his potential. I mean the man is a farm boy raised in South Dakota…built like an oak and when he’s on can hit the ball a country mile. Every time Travis comes to the plate there is a potential for a game altering swing of the bat! I love his intensity and focus as he eyes the pitcher and waits for the ball. And watching his body move to take it downtown…poetry!


And to my great pleasure, (and any other woman who’s stared at the backside of pitchers on the mound) Jake Westbrook, the best looking behind on a pitcher’s mound, is returning to the rotation after nearly 2 years. Jake is one of my favorite reasons for watching baseball. That and I consider baseball a thinking man’s, or woman’s, game.

Another sport I adore is football. American football. Sigh. Being a Cleveland Browns fan long before meeting my hubby, I’ve suffered many a disappointing season. There have been highlights over the years. Bernie Kosar’s throwing. Clay Matthews (#57) 16 years as a fabulous linebacker who knew how to hit and tackle. And now the explosive kickoff and punt returns of Joshua Cribbs (#16) and the power blocking of Joe Thomas, I think there might be a light at the end of the tunnel for my boys. But because I rarely get to root for my Browns in the post season, I also admit to admiring Petyon Manning and the Colts. Peyton is one of the most beautiful passers ever to play this game. And talk about confidence? Mmmm.


Of course, there’s always my Buckeyes. Jim Tressel is on the road to greatness as a coach, IMHO. Being an Ohioan transplanted in Texas, well let’s just say I’ve had more than one occasion to boast about my home team!


Now, these are tried and true sports for most Americans. There are those who love basketball. My coach is die-hard Kansas Jay Hawke fan and my husband is ga-ga over LeBron James and the Cavs this year. However, I am not really much of a fan, although I do sit through my fare share of games. (Usually with my nose in a book, or working on the king-sized afghan for my son’s bed…a Christmas present it will take me until next winter to make.)

But the other day I was vegging before getting ready to head to work, when my channel surfing came across something unique to TV in America.

RUGBY.

OMG!! It was like the heavens had opened up, a beam of light from above shone over me and I swear the choir of angels, (all female) hit a high C in perfect harmony!! (By the way, google rugby players and you won’t believe the pictures you get…uh, not for publication on the Bandit blog!)

Have y’all seen this? I mean truly watched the game? It’s like soccer, football and ultimate fighting all rolled into one glorious expression of male bonding and testosterone!!!

Super buff men in shorts…god they have great legs…no padding, literally beating each other up to get this huge football down the field. And when one of them is passing the ball in from the sidelines 2 guys lift a third way up in the air by his feet to catch it! Bloody noses, bloody lips, bloody eyes, dirt, twisted ankles and knees. (Yes, I’m slightly blood thirsty.) But I think I’ve found a wonderfully masculine game to watch.

Now, if I could just get the TV people to show more games!!

What does this have to do with books? Hmmm…well, I’ve read books with sports heroes in them. But I think it’s the whole males competing against males that piques my interest and I’d love to see more books with heroes from sports. (And yes I’ve read all of SEP’s books!)

So, what sport do you love to watch or at least don’t mind watching the men who play them? (Yes Anna…I know you adore hockey!) Anyone love rugby like me? Which sport would you like to see featured in a series of books?

Go Indians!!