Football is running my life!

Football is running my life. Our dog, sadly named after a losing team in the NFL, was the first sign. Then came an endless obsession with football pools for my husband - one that even I found contagious enough to partake in one year (and, might I add, I not only won a week, but placed better than Greg). Countless hours are spent online researching the latest football news each week, and TSN seems to be the channel of choice at this house. Ever since I can remember, Sundays have been completely devoted to football, from the pre-game discussions through the 3 different time slots for games. And we watch them all. Well, not so much me anymore. I slowly came to realize the power football had over my husband when he nearly came right out and said I'd better not go into labour on a Sunday with my last pregnancy! And with the second one due within the season, you'd better believe that should I happen to be delivering a baby on game day, he'll be requesting a t.v. in the labour/delivery room! Especially if the Raiders play. Anyhow, most recently came the trek to watch an NFL game live (though a fantastic experience, clearly an indication of the football craze living on). And why I write about this at all is because, just this past week, we found inspiration in football yet again for the name of our second son. And so I leave you in suspense...