Well worth the wait
I had been looking forward to yesterday for a long time. Years, in fact.
Not yesterday as in Sept. 18, 2011. The date didn’t matter a bit. What mattered was that yesterday was the first Sunday since I’ve become a football fan (a date I can’t quite pinpoint) that I did nothing but stay home and watch football.
Well, not quite nothing. Knowing me, that’s an impossibility. I went to church in the morning, I made a bunch of fun food and I had some friends over. But from 1 p.m. to 11 p.m., pretty much all I did was eat, hang out and watch my favorite sport.
I might’ve also obsessed over my fantasy teams, stalking every player’s points and plays with the (amazing!) ESPN Fantasy app and agonized over my picks and continuing inability to wrap my brain around how to pick against the spread (which I’m doing for the first time in one of my pick ‘em pools this year).
But that’s beside the point. The point is I finally got to do this. Finally.
For as long as I can remember, quite honestly, Sundays have been full of homework, reading, studying, writing papers, going to meetings, working on projects, etc. When you’re as full-time a student as I was in high school and college, Sundays are not fun. In my experience, football was always on in the background, usually with the volume very low, and the scores and my fantasy leagues were open on my laptop, but I was working, and I wasn’t focusing on the games.
But yesterday, I did. Ask any of my friends, I have been talking for years now about how much I’ve been looking forward to the first Sunday that I not only have football on but also really get to watch it. All day. Every game. No interruptions or obligations. Believe it or not, it’s one of the things that made me most excited about being finished with school.
I was talking to my little sister during the SNF game when it really hit me. It’s kind of ironic, because she doesn’t care about football at all, but I started raving about how good the game was, about how fun it is to watch Vick, about how Turner was running up my fantasy score, about loving the former Tigers on both sides of the field … and I stopped myself to acknowledge that though she doesn’t care one bit, I just love this. And that’s when I realized that I had been in my apartment with football on, totally engrossed, for nearly 10 hours.
Because that is what I wanted. That is what I have looked forward to. That is something that motivated me through long, work-filled Sundays. That is the benefit of one of the biggest perks I foresaw about being an adult — weekends as free time.
It’s a perk that has proved true for me in the past few months, and a perk that I have fully loved as a source of freedom and relaxation, and an opportunity to go to the pool, go on weekend trips, sleep in, catch up on reading, do lots of cooking, etc.
But I have been specifically talking about a Sunday during which I just sit and watch football. Add in food and friends, and it was a perfectly perfect day.
Gosh, it’s great to be an adult.