It’s going to be a football kind of weekend here in the Bean household. For those of you not fortunate enough to be exposed to the same volume of professional sports as I am, I’ll explain: We are in the midst of the NFL playoffs. The Pittsburg Steelers (Dan’s favorite team) and the St. Louis Rams (Kateri’s favorite team) are both still contenders for the Super Bowl and are both playing in separate games tomorrow. This means that the television will be on (turned off during commercials, mind you) for the better part of the day tomorrow.
The good news is I am not expected to watch any of this nonsense myself. I have been recruited to provide game time snacks of fried chicken and homemade chocolate chip cookies, but except for the food, football is a strictly Papa-and-the-kids kind of event. In fact, while everyone is entranced by the screen, cheering when the right team scores and groaning when the wrong team does, they don’t even notice if I am in the room. Mark Bulger and Jerome Bettis are ever so much more interesting.
I don’t mind this, though. You see, I am an enterprising kind of mom. Tomorrow afternoon during Gabrielle’s nap I plan to get some shopping done, go to confession, and then spend some quiet time in the church all by my myself. I’ll return home, rested and refreshed, before anyone even knows I’ve gone.
What’s not to love about football?