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Monday Morning Quarterbacking

I don't follow football. In fact, I truly don't like football. But the enthusiasm with which Marshmallow Man of The 53 Blog prepares for this yearly set of rituals makes me smile. It just makes me happy to see someone so full of enjoyment. For me, the only equivalent I can think of is going to the closet under the stairs and getting out the Christmas boxes. What a joy it is to unpack, decorate, plan menus, and look forward to seeing friends.

So I don't pass judgement.

My daughter Alice, of HoCoHouseHon Blog, has come to the celebration of football as an adult. You can check out her take on the game here. Although there is little to no support for football on either side of her family, she has found her own way to enjoy it--at first through her husband's eyes--and found a way to just let go and have fun.

So I don't pass judgement.

At our house, we follow baseball. I follow the Orioles because my husband follows the Orioles. And he follows the Orioles because he is a good loyal sort of fellow who, after coming here from Belfast, N.I., realized he couldn't really follow cricket anymore. So, we go to the occasional home game, have a few team shirts, and watch many, many games at home on TV.

Yesterday was an uncomfortable day for local sports, in my opinion, because the Ravens and the Orioles were both playing, and well, you know the rest of that story. So George and Alice were at the Second Chance cheering on the Ravens and we were home watching the Orioles. And nobody passed judgement on anybody else, because that's how families are.

And I, for one, am grateful for that.

Can I get an Amen?

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