Some jerks were looking at our house (which contains a crazy amount of Florida paraphernalia in almost every room). They were LSU fans. And they were outspoken about their hatred of Florida. Of course, I had to smile and ignore them because as you know, I was trying to sell a house. The husband finally said to me (as though I was an idiot) "We are LSU fans." And I said, "It is a shame that my husband is not here. He may be a fan of Florida, but he is more importantly a fan of the game. He would have loved to meet fellow football fans, regardless of your team." And as much as I said it to make the a-hole shut up, I meant it and it was absolutely the truth.
So David is my major connection to football. And because of him, we are all Gators fans (and football fans) by default.
And when he is not here, I miss it. I miss him knowing who is what rank and who is playing who. I miss knowing the scores. Yes, I could watch the games myself, but truthfully, I am not that into the actual watching. It is way more fun to get the info from him, as he excitedly tells me with a gleam in his eye. I do like planning the food to have his buddies over and watching him enjoying every minute of the games. I miss planning our weekends around what time the Florida game is, and other top 10 games, and other SEC games, ok, basically staying home on Saturdays for the season.
This pic was taken earlier, they would not cooperate yesterday. . .
Watching the husbands made me miss David. All the husbands were watching football, having a few beers, talking about the game, and in their own little football world. That is the world where David lives during the fall when he is not deployed. That is where I wish he was right now. . . Even if he were sitting in the corner with his headphones on watching like 3 games at the time on his fancy computer and totally ignoring me, I would like to just be able to look at him. And my heart would smile because he would be so happy. So when I say I miss football, that may just be code for I miss David. . .
At the Peach Bowl in 2004, doesn't he look like a kid at Christmas!?