In keeping with the football theme from last week's post, not only did I marry a man who loves football, my Father also has a tremendous love of the game. My Dad played for the mighty undefeated Marcellus Mustangs in a suburb of Syracuse, NY in 1963. I can't tell you how many stories I've heard about that team or how certain aspects of how that high school senior year season impacts my dad's life. Since my dad grew up in the Syracuse area and went to SU, I love watching SU football and have heard ...

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As a full fledged football widow, I hear those words screamed by Hank Williams Jr and my husband every Monday night during the season.  Married to a dedicated Buffalo Bills fan, football is religion and our weekend activities are planned around what games are on TV.  It's a phenomenon that I do not really appreciate, and count down the weeks to our freedom.  What I do appreciate is the amount of time and energy coaches and the players put forth in preparation for a game from week to week.

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