Football season is on the brink. Every year about this time, I start to get the itch.
Football is my favorite sport watch, and has been since I was a little kid. I can remember watching Monday Night Football every week, and my mom telling me I had to go to bed before it was over. I'd always ask to stay up. She'd always tell me no (unless the Chiefs were playing). So I'd go to bed and turn on Westwood one on the radio and usually fall asleep before it was over.
We'd go to K-State games on Saturday and visit my brother when he was in school there, or just tailgate for hours. I remember one trip when my parents forgot me at the Maple Hill rest stop on the way to a game. (They remembered eventually).
I'd go to Washburn Rural games on Friday nights and play my own little game on the ends of the bleachers with other kids my age before being dragged up into the stands to actually watch my brother play a little bit.
Games when my dad would get Chiefs tickets from vendors were the best. He worked in the grocery business, and a couple times a year, we'd get to go up to one of the luxury boxes. It was better than Christmas for a kid who'd make his own Chiefs arrowheads out of cardboard and foam. We'd stuff our faces with ice cream and food until it hurt to cheer.
So maybe that's why football season makes me feel so excited. It's like going back to my childhood every year.