The NFL season kicked off Thursday night, I was right here, slaving over a hot blog post when the Nuke called.
"Wow, Dad! Isn't this exciting? Peyton Manning and the Broncos open the season at Mile High!"
"Is that tonight?"
"Seriously Dad, you're joking right?"
The Nuke is a big Denver fan. Who can blame her? She was born there. She spent the first few years of her life in Colorado.
Of course, she also likes Peyton Manning. When he went to Denver, that was a pretty big deal. She was a bit bummed about the Tebow thing. His last year in Denver was pretty exciting. People hadn't been so excited about the Broncos since Elway retired. Seems that old John himself wasn't excited at all about Tim Tebow. That's why they now have Peyton Manning.
And no, I had not forgotten that the Broncos were playing the Ravens Thursday night, It was just a rather "Meh" I was feeling. Though I did watch most of the first half and though I did feel the old sporting blood start to boil, it quickly wore off.
The older I get, the more ambivalent I get about sports. Quite some time ago the Missus Herself decided she was no longer going to "give a sh!t about a bunch of millionaires playing a kids game".
May have had something to do with the Broncos getting their heads (and other bodily parts) handed to them in yet another Super Bowl massacre. She had been a rabid Bronco fan up until then. She still likes them, but not in the old way. The days when every Sunday we were on the couch, wearing our Bronco T-Shirts, drinking coffee from our Bronco mugs and screaming at the TV are most definitely over.
It was fun, but I have to admit, as I get older, mustering the enthusiasm for that kind of thing is difficult.
It was easier back when I was also an active participant in the sporting life. Playing softball on the squadron team, umpiring the kids' baseball and softball games, coaching and refereeing at the kids' soccer games. From April to October we stayed pretty busy. And pretty active.
As the kids grew up and moved away, as I got older (and yes, a bit more decrepit) sports became a vicarious thing. One didn't participate, one watched.
The Missus Herself one day, not too long ago, suggested we take up golf. I turned to her with a puzzled look on my face and stated, "I don't really need to take up yet another sport which I will no doubt suck at."
Besides which I used to caddy (well, one summer, maybe twice) and didn't really care for the game at all. Hard to believe coming from an Air Force guy, I know. After all, isn't that all we Air Force types do?
No, at least not this old Master Sergeant.
So yes, the baseball playoffs approach, the Red Sox are very much in it. The football season has begun, the Patriots play today, the smell of autumn is in the air and I'm...
Just not feelin' it.