I am a girl who loves NFL football. I get giddy in the spring just waiting for the new season discussions. I love the feeling of the approaching regular season in the summer and plan my fall and winter schedule around Sunday games and DVR the rest. My favorite song is Faith Hill's Sunday Night Football song. I don't know who the local news people are, but I know Terry, Howie, Strahan and Jimmy. I yell at Chris Collinsworth or Troy Aikman, laugh at Shannon and Michael Irving, and sometimes I just sit and watch Sport Center until they talk about basketball, then over to the NFL channel or ESPN. I can't tell you anything about the national media anymore outside of football, but I would recognize Pam Oliver, Erin Andrews, or Chris Berman on the street.
You can move on too.
For the last three years, I have lived in Atlanta. The guy I lived with for a while was an Atlanta Falcons Fan of epic proportions. I had not really seen the Falcons play since, well, Steve Bartkowski, anyway, long time. Up until then, I followed the Cowboys with Romo and Ware, the Giants because Eli played in Mississippi, Peyton, because it was so fun to watch him, and whoever played against any of them. When I moved to Atlanta, Matt Ryan was making a name for himself and I spent that next fall of 2010 absorbing the regenerated Falcons with my friend. He took me to the playoff game against the Packers, where the Falcons sadly disintegrated against that years future super bowl stars. It was heartbreaking. The next year I could not believe it when we watched the Falcons lose to that years super bowl winners again, this time the Giants and Eli. Football was one of our things. Football Sundays, Monday night football, Buffalo Wild Wings for some games.
My guy and I broke up in the spring, but still got together to watch a few games and he took me to see my favorite player Peyton Manning when the Broncos played the Falcons this fall. After all the dust settled, the Falcons played the Seahawks in the divisional playoff game. Today without my friend, I almost hyperventilated as I screamed and cheered the Falcons on to their first victory in the post season under Mike Smith and Matt Ryan.
My guy and I are no longer a pair, but after two years of eating and breathing Falcons football, I am a true Falcons fan now. I guess that is not the only change for me from that relationship. I have learned to voice my pain and sorrow instead of covering it up, and I have been told I seem more affectionate too. I am sure other good things will come up. As painful and difficult as the relationship was, today I realized I will be ok. Goodbye constant crying, hello playoffs! Maybe I won't die of a broken heart after all.
Life goes on, we move on. We don't have to wait for a momentous occasion. We can quietly put the past behind us.
Livin' gluten free and fabulous,
Kim
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You can move on too.
For the last three years, I have lived in Atlanta. The guy I lived with for a while was an Atlanta Falcons Fan of epic proportions. I had not really seen the Falcons play since, well, Steve Bartkowski, anyway, long time. Up until then, I followed the Cowboys with Romo and Ware, the Giants because Eli played in Mississippi, Peyton, because it was so fun to watch him, and whoever played against any of them. When I moved to Atlanta, Matt Ryan was making a name for himself and I spent that next fall of 2010 absorbing the regenerated Falcons with my friend. He took me to the playoff game against the Packers, where the Falcons sadly disintegrated against that years future super bowl stars. It was heartbreaking. The next year I could not believe it when we watched the Falcons lose to that years super bowl winners again, this time the Giants and Eli. Football was one of our things. Football Sundays, Monday night football, Buffalo Wild Wings for some games.
My guy and I broke up in the spring, but still got together to watch a few games and he took me to see my favorite player Peyton Manning when the Broncos played the Falcons this fall. After all the dust settled, the Falcons played the Seahawks in the divisional playoff game. Today without my friend, I almost hyperventilated as I screamed and cheered the Falcons on to their first victory in the post season under Mike Smith and Matt Ryan.
My guy and I are no longer a pair, but after two years of eating and breathing Falcons football, I am a true Falcons fan now. I guess that is not the only change for me from that relationship. I have learned to voice my pain and sorrow instead of covering it up, and I have been told I seem more affectionate too. I am sure other good things will come up. As painful and difficult as the relationship was, today I realized I will be ok. Goodbye constant crying, hello playoffs! Maybe I won't die of a broken heart after all.
Life goes on, we move on. We don't have to wait for a momentous occasion. We can quietly put the past behind us.
Livin' gluten free and fabulous,
Kim
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