Football Sundays!
A boy threw a dig at me saying that a reason why I didn’t like him was because he wasn’t the “watching football on Sunday” type of guy. Well a) that couldn’t be further from the truth and b) I love my football Sundays!
Football has been a part of me since my first job was working for the NFL and since then my love has grown since I followed Brady from Michigan to the Patriots to my bedroom. I keed, I keed. Now, I’ve dated boys that weren’t really into football, for example the Writer and I’ll tell you this. Plenty of Sundays were spent us watching football with me trying to give him the details. Now with being away the last two weeks you best believe I’ve been up doing the football thing since 1pm.
I’ve loved and dated all different types of boys. From boys on their Norman Mailer shit, to those boys who mess with numbers, those in the media biz, to those still figuring their shit out. Common thread…they have a passion, doesn’t matter what they do, they love it and pursue that shit and not worried about what they’re not.
Now in perfect timing we’re just about to pull up at the Pats/Jets game and as the view of the stadium came up on Route 3, I remembered what he said and I laughed, not because there’s any truth to what he said but because he really thought that was a factor.
Ps: if ur at the stadium come by the Verizon stage & give me a shout and lets pre-game! LET’S GO PATRIOTS!
