Every Sunday in the fall I, along with my brothas, watch Football from about 1 in the afternoon until roughly 10 in the evening. Sometimes I cut out a little earlier than 10 because I get up at the ass crack of dawn to go to work but those times are very rare. I’m normally there for the whole ride.
During Football Sunday we drink, we talk shit, we watch the games, we stuff ourselves with tons of food and talk some more shit. It is one of my most cherished times of the year because as we get older we don’t hang out as much as we used to. So Football Sunday is a kind of reunion where we update each other on what’s going on in our lives and we drink. We joke around a lot, and we drink. We drink, and we drink.
I don’t have to tell you how much I hate the Monday after Football Sunday. Sometimes I don’t even know how the hell I get dressed for work in the morning. Between the hours of 7am and 2pm I am a vampire dodging sunlight.
I don’t want to be bothered with anyone. I just want to be left alone to get myself together just enough so I can collect my belongings, get on the train and go the fuck home.
Then Tuesday comes and I’m OK.
So if Monday is the start of the race, then Tuesday is the first mile completed and by Friday I have forgotten all about how suck ass Monday was because I’m looking forward to the next Football Sunday.
Whenever I get to spend time with my family and friends it always makes me realize what’s really important in life. I spend a lot of time complaining about how much money I don’t have, or how shitty my eating habits are and so many other things that I concern myself with that seem like they’re important when I’m in my feelings at that time. But all of those issues are trivial because the most important thing in life is to have people that you share your life with to complain about the money you don’t have and the clothes that don’t fit anymore.
S/N- We break hard on each other if anyone steps in wearing some tight shit. You will become the subject of many insults. I speak from personal experience 😉
A life without any kind of personal relationships seems like a sad, wasted existence. I’m very fortunate and blessed to have a group of people that I know have my back in any situation. However, it took me a long time to realize that.
I spent a large part of my youth trying to get other people to like me and I wasted a lot of time with fake friends. But that time taught me a lot because I know the difference between someone who wants to see you shine and someone who wants to see you buried. Having the base of true friendship is necessary to deal with all of the phoniness and drama that this world can hand you. Football Sunday is a reminder of what it means to not share blood with individuals but still know that they are your family.
So if the price I have to pay for nine hours of good times and drinks with some of my favorite people is a long hangover the next day I will gladly pay it until the season is over because those times and those moments are my real life. Everything else is secondary.
Never forget who’s got your back. If you can look to your left and to your right during the good times and see those same people beside you during the bad times then you have got something that many people will never have. True love.