I want you to know I am just fine; Blogger Ed in Iowa sent me an email yesterday to see if I was OK. So I came here so nobody else has to wonder.
Here's a short story I put on Facebook today, to let you know I do still tell a story once in awhile there
All my life, I had no interest in football. My husband watched every game on television, while I read a book. But when Covid touched all of our lives, I was so depressed I didn't want to read. Everybody was arguing about whether we should wear masks; people were dying! We couldn't even go to Church.
And then one day, I somehow got interested in the game the Chiefs were in. I still don't know all the ins and outs of the game, but I gradually learned enough to know who was winning, and by the second Chiefs' game I realized I was happy again... at least for the three hours or so they were playing. This old lady learned to love Pat Mahomes and Andy Reid... and of course, I had other favorites; doesn't everyone?
Nobody can stay on top forever, but I promised I would always be a fan whether they won or lost. It looked like this year wasn't going to be so good. The magic was gone.
When I first started watching the Chiefs, my husband told me this: At any minute in any game, things can change and the underdog can win. That was a hard one for me, because sometimes our boys looked like they had forgotten how to play for two or three games straight.
But so far, just as you think the glory days are over, there they are again, beating the best!
And here I am still smiling like a fool this morning over last night's game. I wish I could just one time see them playing in person and be right in the middle of that roaring crowd. But Cliff says you see more of the game watching it on TV anyway, so I'll take his word on that.
Peace.
