So, my Titans season tickets came last week, and I literally jumped for joy. They are now in a safe place, arranged by date. I’m very much looking forward to getting back into my football routine.
It’s so funny, in the off-season, you eventually emotionally forget why you got so worked up a few months prior. At least until the first regular season game, then you remember.
Preseason games don’t count. They are at night, and they are the only games I can attend where I’m not constantly stressed out about what’s going on down on the field. I can leisurely evaluate the new players, enjoy the action, and speculate on what kind of team we’ll have this season. This is how I watch NASCAR or baseball: casually.
However, once the NFL season starts, it’s a whole new ballgame, so to speak.
Every game, every series, every down is of utmost importance, (Unless of course, a team like Indianapolis is beating the Titans in a blowout – then, I’m disappointed, but I can watch a little more casually).
I swear, sometimes I get so wrapped up in the utter importance of the next play, I come pretty close to losing my lunch. It sometimes takes me hours to purge the stress from my body after a game.
And this is how I have fun 🙂
Only other sports fans will understand this strange phenomenon. It isn’t until February (good season) or January (bad season) that I start to unwind from having been all wrapped up in the drama of it all during the season.
Then, of course, we have the second half of the Predators season. My wife and kids don’t see the carefree me until at least May.
Sure, you can sit there and snicker, but I’ll guarantee there are things in your life that seem to be the most important thing on earth at the time – maybe the stress even makes you physically ill – and then later you wonder why you let yourself get so worked up about it. On a less extreme scale, think of movies. Any well made movie will get you excited or stressed out during the suspenseful parts, for instance.
Not to mention teenage drama, church drama, work drama. And then later, you wonder why you let yourself get all worked up over it all.
But, probably nothing compares to how I get when the Titans are on TV. My kids know to just avoid me.
Let the fun begin!