So I have to admit, I have never been a football fan. For that matter, I have never been much of a sports fan in general. When I was little, my life was filled with ballet shoes and tutus. You couldn’t have gotten me within two feet of a T-ball or soccer field even if you dragged me by my glitter covered princess tiara (Yes I did wear one of these for a recital once in addition to countless other overpriced costume pieces- thanks mom)
Despite this fact, I have somehow always been involved with sports in some way. My dad loved baseball, basketball & football so my weekend afternoons were very often spent on the couch enjoying some Indian “Hot Mix”(the snack of choice) and a Celtics/Red Sox/Patriots game. As I got older, and began dating, I developed a new appreciation for sports (or perhaps more accurately, the athletes that played them- sorry Patrick). Back then, you could often find me at a Friday night football game. I couldn’t tell you what the score was but I did know that those boys looked very good in their football pants...
When I met Pat, I spent even more time at sporting events. Although I began to be able to follow the games a little better, I was still much more concerned with the cute pitcher I was dating then what inning it was or how many outs there were ; )
Now, I still love game days. I never actually watch the game mind you, but I love making fun, yummy, finger food and curling up on the couch to enjoy some down time. So when Patrick told me that the Giants were playing at 1 today, I got cooking. So what if I read a magazine during 3 out of 4 quarters and didn’t even know who they were playing- I cooked up some great chili nachos and pablano poppers ; )