The arrival of fall means one big thing in our family—football. I grew up in a community where football was king. The man I married also loved football. I knew the family tradition would continue when my oldest son turned 3. All he wanted for Christmas that year was a football uniform. Friday nights became known as "Football Friday." Both of my sons played football in junior high, high school, and college. My daughter became a cheerleader. I was kept busy with taking kids to practice, keeping uniforms clean, and cooking game day meals.&nb
As I look out my window this morning, it's a typicial November day. The sky is gray, and the sun is nowhere to be found. The temperature is probably in the 30s or 40s. It looks a lot like football weather outside! And I know that this week is Thanksgiving Day, which is my favorite holiday of the whole year (except for my birthday, of course!). I love getting together with family and friends, eating turkey, my mom's great stuffing, and watching football. It never gets old to me, and I think I could have Thanksgiving every 3 months instead of every 12 months.
Did you see the football games this past weekend? Both of them were close matches, and they kept me guessing until the end about which team would come up with the victory! Now, I am all excited about watching the Giants take on the Patriots in a couple of weeks.
It's always fun to plan a great meal or snack to enjoy while watching the big game. I took a quick poll of my colleagues here, and we had some discussion about our favorite things to eat during the game. Here's what we like:
With Super Sunday fast approaching, I reread one of my favorite sports books. The Making of the Super Bowl: The Inside Story of the World's Greatest Sporting Event by Don Weiss chronicles the birth and rise of the NFL's signature event. Weiss was involved in the behind the scenes efforts to produce each game for over 30 years. There are a lot of great stories about the teams, players, and coaches involved in each game.
A Story of Anguish, Restoration … and Years Later, Still Inspiration
Bill Hancock wasn’t looking for healing when, months after the death of his son in a Colorado plane crash, he set out on a 2,700-mile, Pacific-to-Atlantic bicycle trip across back-roads America. “We were going on an adventure. Nothing more,” he'd later write. The Kansas City-area resident had no plans for a book, either, but wound up pouring his heart into Riding with the Blue Moth.