Anyway, I was having a giant salad and a beer up by campus, and they were interviewing Steve Young about how quarterbacks feel about having to play behind weak O-lines (Sound was off, but seems safe to assume it wasn’t his favorite), and I saw some old footage again for the first time in several […]

And I got a perhaps-not-so-admirable kind of pleasure (once or twice a year, and never when I meant for it to happen) from when I’d say something casual about football, and a nice man would be shocked and impressed I knew enough to say it, and then embarrassed for being surprised.

When when I worked for a tiny nonprofit in a deep red state my boss was a really cool older lady whose daddy had been a small town football coach. And we had a great time being giggly fans together while everyone else in the reproductive justice space side-eyed us for it.

I grew up going to all our local college home games with my dad. Some seasons my mom & sister joined us or we went with family friends who had a kid near my age. Most games, most years, it was just us.

And our pro team was good when I was little and then terrible and it was so much fun getting […]