Why I’m not pumped about football season starting.
BEFORE YOU NAIL ME WITH A STAKE, HEAR ME OUT.
I like football. I really do. When the Seahawks play, I am all in! I am a Seahawk fo’ life, don’t even get it twisted! I feel like I have blood ties to the Seattle Hawks, ha! With all that is going on in this country surrounding the NFL, it makes me even less eager to turn on the tv.
Watching football doesn’t carry the same meaning for me anymore and I’ll explain why.
I didn’t grow up watching football. I remember my dad watching Monday night football and the Super Bowl, but he was more into tennis. Plus, every Sunday while some cheered on their favorite team, I was sitting in church.
I was a cheerleader in high school… that’s not saying much because the only thing I focused on was myself. I learned not a THING about football. Not helping my case much, am I?
I went to my first Seahawks game when I was 21. My friend was a Seagal and the Seattle Seahawks were in the playoffs. I remember feeling swallowed in the sea of Hawk fans, but the energy was on FIRE! I spent the entire game concentrating on… the Seagals, (I’m not even sure if we won the game).
Then, I met Marcus Trufant and my entire view of football changed in an instant.
I became a fan. A fan of the Seattle Seahawks, and a fan of football altogether. I became a fan of all of these things, because of one person alone. My husband. The more I watched him play, the more I fell in love with the game of football. Over his ten year NFL career I probably missed five games and that’s because I was at home with a newborn and I made sure to watch him on tv. I learned the game of football, as in, I can call a mean false start and I can proudly yell, “he just made a pick-6” and actually know what it means. Ha!
I couldn’t WAIT for football season to start. I was beyond excited when Sunday rolled around and Century Link Stadium was booming! Watching my husband play, I felt more emotions than twenty pubescent girls. I chanted, “GO HAWKS!” as loud as I could, I had my glitter Seahawks logo on my face, I wore the bedazzled jersey, I screamed until I had no voice and I was ready to fight anyone that talked bad about MY TEAM! But, you know what? All of my excitement, my joy, my passion, came not from the sport itself, but from watching my husband and his team. I was his number-one-fan.
I loved football season because I loved the man inside the jersey.
It took me a while to realize I’m not a die-hard fan of football itself. I was a die-hard fan of #23. I felt uncomfortable saying this for a long time because I know people can be harsh. “Marcus Trufant’s wife can care less about football season…” *Add climactic suspenseful music here.* But now, I don’t care, because it is what it is.
Being almost five years removed from the professional football life, the game is just not the same. It doesn’t have the same meaning to me, as it may have for others and that is okay; watching the games on tv are not the same. Going to the games are not the same. I love the game-day “rituals,” the tailgating, the food, and hanging with my friends. Now, the Super Bowl, no matter who is playing, I will always watch because that is the football Olympics! Everything has a season and I feel like my football season came to an end shortly after my husband retired. Let me be honest, I didn’t even know the Seattle Seahawks played their first preseason game! (I know… shameful). But, I still love ’em!
No matter what, whether I watch the Seahawks or not, they will always be my team. They will always have a special place in my heart and I will ALWAYS root for them to win! Oh, and of course I’ll be rooting for my brother-in-law as he starts his fifth season with the Atlanta Falcons!
I’m just not as hype as I once was when my football hero played.
With that being said…