September 21, 2016

• Watching the Game

  Last Saturday was the Notre Dame vs. Michigan football game. We had tickets. My original plan was to meet sintvi, her husband and daughter for dinner after they saw the play "Wicked". However Sparky put the kibosh on those plans announcing we would be at the game! So I contacted saintvi and we cancelled our plans. Fast forward a week. I find out that the game is at 7:30 PM instead of 3:30 PM as Sparky had stated. Grrr. I discuss this new information with Sparky and we decide to contact saintvi and try to revive the dinner plans. However I started to feel bad (see previous post) and decided I didn't want to expose anyone to my germs. Saturday morning confirmed my decision to give my ticket to son#2. I managed to get dressed and motivated by 4:00 PM. We went grocery shopping and then picked up some Subway sandwiches for dinner. I just didn't feel up to cooking. Sparky left at 6:00 PM to gather his son. His parting instructions were to watch the game and cheer on the Fighting Irish. I smiled and as soon as he pulled out of the driveway, I took some cold medicine and crawled into bed. I am not a huge fan of the game. When I was younger I would watch it and cheer on the Bears or the Raiders. Once I had small children it was difficult to carve out the time to just sit and watch a TV... The boys got older and would watch football with their father. This was an opportunity for some "me" time. With the injuries and brain trauma that goes along with football, I really don't want to watch at all any more.... I did check out the game just at halftime and watched the third quarter before thinking that my presence was jinxing them. We have a student worker that comes in once a week. He's a cheerleader for the football team. He takes the losses personally.

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