It's that time of year...the air is crisp, it's getting dark earlier, the leaves are starting to change, and the level of testosterone at our house is increasing. Yep, it's time for football. It's a strange phenomenon in our house. On Sundays, my quiet, introspective, sweet husband transforms into this crazy person who yells, jumps up and down, and even grunts from time to time. I generally try to plan other activities during this transformation because, heck, even the poor dog gets scared! What is it about football? I have always hated football. HATED it. But, I have slowly developed a tolerance for it over the past couple of years and have started to develop a slight interest. And, as you can see from the pics, I think I will be in the minority at my house. So, I might as well join em, eh?
My boys watching the game!
Eli has quite a throwing arm, though he usually throws with his left.
Yep, Ben Roethlisberger is from our town. Though, Jason is very quick to remind people that he was raised in Pennsylvania and has ALWAYS been a Steelers fan. ;)
Football may have started, but it's still baseball season!