I love him. One of the things that I love about him is his commitment. When he commits to something, he always follows through. He is not the kind of guy who switches to something newer, flashier or trendier once he has fallen in love with something (which bodes well for me). As a small child, before he knew any better, he fell in love with the Detroit Lions
When we were in North Carolina, he would get the Sunday Ticket just so he could watch the Lions play. He and his friend Steamer would watch every game (usually right at 1:00 p.m. because the Lions aren’t good enough to play later in the day). In 9 years, I don’t think he missed more than about one game and that was when he was travelling. He even watched every game in the disastrous 2008 season (see above).
Every week, he and Steamer would shout at the TV, complain about the Lions, dream of what should have been and look like someone had just kicked their dog.
In the offseason, they talk (usually with their brothers and other Lions fans) about the possibilities and potential for next season. Despite the abysmal track record, they are excited and hopeful that something will change and the next season will be good. Maybe they will be able to make the playoffs? Even to them, a Super Bowl seems a bit unrealistic.
Yesterday, about 2:00 a.m. our time*, the Lions played the formidable New Orleans Saints in New Orleans in the playoffs. If the Lions had won their previous game they would have had an easier game against the New York Giants. Instead, they had to play the New Orleans Saints who won the Super Bowl in 2010 and still have some of the players from that team. They are known to be hard to beat at home. He was not optimistic.
Here, we are not surrounded by American Football. If we didn’t seek it out, we could go months (or longer) without ever seeing evidence that the sport exists. This morning, the first thing he did when he got up was check the score. After seeing the Lions lost (45-28), he did not watch the game. Being over here spared him the game’s frustration, agony and humiliation (or at least it did until I posted this).
*Thank you to those who called at 2:00 a.m. to make sure we were watching the game. Although we miss you, we’d spent the day falling on our butts (aka skiing). We were sleeping like rocks and didn’t even hear it ring. Sorry.