The LBTC, thank you for that handle mothlit, is happy. Happier than I’ve been in months and it’s all because of one thing: football. More precisely, American Football, not the international game everyone else calls football except those of us in North America, we call that game soccer. Don’t get me wrong, I like a good soccer match just as much as the next lesbian, especially if we’re talking women’s soccer. One word: yummy. My gal pal, sk, surprised me this year for my birthday with tickets to the “Olympic rematch” of the women’s USA versus Canada soccer clubs. Oh my, words can not describe the eye candy on display. . . sorry, where was I? Oh, yes, football.
Here in Canada, we have the Canadian Football League (CFL). It’s almost like the AAA of Major League Baseball in that most of the football players in the CFL use it as a stepping stone to play in the NFL, National Football League, in the US. For a multitude of reasons, those men didn’t make any of the squads of the NFL so they head North, where there is a game very similar to that of the NFL but if you watch it for a few minutes you realize it’s a different species all together.
I realize the NFL season hasn’t officially started yet (Pre-season doesn’t count, that’s just a tease.) but I can feel the excitement radiating from my southerly neighbor. The CFL is in week 9 of their season. This means I’ve been in anticipation mode now for nine long weeks. Finally, the kick-off to the 2013 season is within eyesight. I’m getting giddy. This is better than the tingling excitement I felt as a kid on Christmas Eve.
Now, I can hear some of you groaning aloud about how the next few months will surely feel like torture for sk. May I point out that I survived her watching the first season of Orange is the New Black. I was able to keep up for the first three or four episodes and then, dare I say, I totally lost all interest but sk thoroughly enjoyed the entire season. Hey, there are trade-offs in all relationships, right?. So, am I ready for some football? Hell, yeah!