We’ve reached that time of the year. The mornings are cool, mums are for sale, chili recipes look good — and everyone is talking about football.
My oldest last weekend asked, “Why are we a Tech family?”
Now, before you Georgia football fans go judging me — we are not a Tech family. However, neither are we a UGA family. I graduated from Berry College, and it had no football team at the time, which was a selling point for me. I am the one person in North Georgia usually avoiding conversations about football in the fall.
In fact, my husband and I have no allegiance to any college football team, which is becoming a great source of confusion for our kids growing up in Bulldog country.
My sister and brother-in-law apparently tried to capitalize on this last weekend and convert them to Tech fans.
Also in the family tree we’ve got Gamecocks and Clemson fans. Meanwhile, another branch of their family includes some Auburn fans. No wonder they’re confused. They’ll just have to figure this one out on their own, though. I can help them figure out the difference between North Hall Trojans, Georgia Bulldogs and Atlanta Falcons, but beyond that, they’ll have to choose their allegiance.
Now, we may not be a college football family, but I will soon be watching some Little League football games — well, it’s probably not called Little League, that’s baseball, a sport I’m much more familiar with. Whatever it’s called, we’ve got one kid playing flag football.
Other than some confusion over the difference between college and professional football leagues, my oldest probably knows more about football than I do.
He was telling me the other night about the QB and WR and RB. I felt quite proud that I know that’s the quarterback, the wide receiver and the running back. Just don’t ask me what those positions do or how many are on a team. I’m guessing the running back runs. And the wide receiver receives. I know there are defensive and offensive players. I do not know which are which.
Watching these football games is going to be interesting.
Just watching practice was interesting. They were passing the ball and talking about a line of scrimmage, and they run around with red flags coming out of the top of their shorts, which to me just means my kid won’t get bowled over by some other kid.
Meanwhile, I hung out on the sidelines with our youngest playing a little soccer. Then he wanted to get out the football to pass.
Uh oh. I can kick a soccer ball. I’m not too comfortable throwing a football. But, it meant I could stop running after the soccer ball — whew that sport keeps your heart rate up.
So, we passed the football back and forth and both probably got a little better at throwing a spiral.
I’m hoping neither kid falls in love with playing football, though. I have no intention of letting them play anything rougher than flag football.
But they’re welcome to become Tech fans, Gamecocks fans, Auburn fans or even UGA fans.
I’ll be taking them to Braves games, though.
Shannon Casas is director of audience for Metro Market Media, parent company of The Times. She is a North Hall resident.