Apparently, it’s football season. In homes across America there sit “football widows”: women biding their time on Mondays, Thursdays or Sundays, or some combination thereof, while their significant others root on their team. They are waving off their meandering little ones underfoot or they are snuggled beside them, teaching the next generation of football fans the ins and outs of The Game.
I was once that little one. It is one of my treasured memories and one of the earliest I can recall. We lived in our nation’s capital and like all who lived there (or so it seemed when the teacher would have us raise our hands as fans of the capital’s team) we would sit and watch the Washington Redskins as I was explained the finer points. It was their heyday after all, which according to Wikipedia, may be attributed to the Redskins’ league titles that were attained during two 10-year spans. I was a fan during the latter, from 1982 to 1991, where the Redskins appeared in the postseason seven times, captured four conference titles, and won three Super Bowls out of four appearances.