Whoops, life is quite getting away from me these days! With a huge project going on a work and working long hours every day plus weekends, my leisure time for writing has seriously suffered. I wanted to sneak this quick post in for reverb’s September prompt before I end up with a backlog. I know I still owe you guys wedding day recap! Our photographers confirmed that we will be getting our pictures this week, so I will find some time to sit and write and relive some amazing moments fully illustrated.
Until then, September’s prompt is about Team- loving or hating football- best game in history.
I don’t love or hate football. It’s a great excuse to eat pizza and veg on the couch on a Sunday afternoon.
Some people watch sports because they love competition. They fancy themselves in a certain athlete or team’s shoes and feel like they have a vested interest in the outcome of their performance. Some people watch sports because they grew up watching sports and it’s a familiar and bonding thing to do with family or friends. And, like me, some people watch sports because of the habitual “rewards” it brings. Like pizza.
Let’s discuss pizza for a moment. I’ve gone from consuming Little Caesar’s cheesy stuffed crust growing up to Domino’s thin crust topped with veggies only (you know, to be healthy) in college, to Lost Dog’s many varieties of gourmet meat-laden pies as an adult (screw overcooked veggies! If I’m going to eat pizza I’m just going to go all the way). A few years ago when I got into all things Redskins, thanks to G, who patiently explained why every yellow flag is thrown and how some inter-division games are more important than others (and incidentally, has had to explain numerous things like how there are 9 innings in baseball — except for the Nats game last Saturday which was absurd — and what off sides means in Soccer, etc etc) we were very much married to Lost Dog’s Four Cheese Pizza with Pepperoni and Sausage. Oh my- it is divine. Today, we barely dare to even think of a pizza as a whole circle. If we truly crave full fledged gluten filled dairy topped bona fide pizza, we shuffle down to Whole Foods and get ONE SLICE ONLY. Portion control, right? Otherwise, our new favorite thing to do is take the P28 formula flatbread, crisp it up in the oven, and add our own sugar-free marinara, fresh mozzarella, and a nice heap of protein on top. Honestly, it is so good I don’t even think about Lost Dog. Or a whole pie. And I usually only get such if we are watching some football.
Back to Team, lest I continue blabbering on about the KayShay evolution of pizza consumption.
I don’t recall a “best game in history”. Even of all the games that I played myself. I swam and played tennis from the tender age of 4 all the way through high school. I got pretty good at swimming, but I think all the chlorine and slimy locker room floors gave me a little post-traumatic stress and now I’m weird about my feet or hands being wet and the smell makes me feel a little sick, so I think my swimming days are over. But, I think ANY game can be the best game if you have really fond memories of it. Maybe you went somewhere really cool to attend a playoff game or olympic game in person. That would be awesome! But, maybe you just had a group of friends over for some P28 high protein pizza and watched a game on TV while sharing some really great moments and it sticks with you. That’s the best game to me.