
My family has an ongoing tradition of playing a “friendly” game of football each year on Christmas Day. And by "friendly" I mean a fair amount of profanity, pass interference, and arguing over if someone was in bounds or not, etc. I can’t tell you exactly how long the game has been played but I’m pretty sure it goes back to the days of leather helmets and goal posts in the front of the endzones. It generally takes place in Colorado (The Motherland) where it can be 70 degrees and sunny or 10 degrees with two feet of snow. Brothers clash against brothers, sons against fathers, and men against the elements and themselves. It’s impossible to capture the essence of the Christmas game in a blog post. Quite simply, it's something that you have to experience to understand. It's extremely serious business and as of right now I’m overweight, out of shape, and need to start training immediately (see picture below or click home to view if you got here via a link). As the game gets closer and the anticipation builds I’ll update you on my progress and elaborate a little more on the game itself, but for now it’s off to the gym.
How much you wanna make a bet I can throw a football over them mountains?
I am definitely counting the days!!!!
Mom