Football and Dykes

So, this weekend I was at home cheering on my Chicago Bears while wearing a pink Jay Cutler football jersey (it was $10 at Jewel, there was no way I was passing that kind of deal up) and drinking Miller Lite (of course) while yelling at my television. I am a recent convert to football-watching. When I was little, my Dad and I would watch the Bears on Sunday afternoons - but my big takeaway from that was more that it was quality time with my Daddy and I loved it when he wore jeans and a sweatshirt (usually with an unfortunate white turtleneck underneath). That might be where my love of jeans and sweatshirts came from actually - but I’ll save that for another post.

In any case, the reason I bring all of this up is because I only decided this year that I was going to get into football - and really only for an excuse to drink alcohol and eat carbohydrates without judgement. But I not only got into it, I was calling fucking plays! I knew what the refs were going to call before it was announced and somehow managed to figure out their sign language without asking anyone for help.

So my question is - is football something that is just in our blood or was it something that snuck in with each sip of Miller Lite?