My house is a Sunday football house, and I have an open door policy.
You wanna watch football? You come to my house. It’s not the fanciest TV, but it’s about the football, not the gear. It’s football we watch, football we talk about, or a football we throw around in the back yard. Lesser moments of life are allowed but not necessarily encouraged. We may exchange pleasantries as you arrive, but after I point out the chips-and-salsa and give directions to the bathroom, we’re back to our pre-ordained football focus.
Many times, it’s just I and the remote. And this can be fine, especially on the days when all I want to do is spend a rainy autumn afternoon falling into and out of sleep while the football plays on.
Today was no such day.
First of all, it wasn’t raining.
Second of all, it was a full house. Lunch with house guests expanded to include a fellow fantasy football player. Husband-temporarily-without-wife showed up after lunch. Friends-with-cool-parents came towards the end of the first half of the late games to re-energize the place. The 2- and almost-4-year-old kids laughed and had fun and kept everyone on their best and sweetest behaviors.
Folks slowly filed out over time, getting on with their lives. Not everyone came for the football, and that was ok. One hung back while the place went silent, and we played guitars. (I should play my guitar more, seeing as how I love it so much when I’m playing. But that’s another post.)
I had a couple invites for other goings-on in the evening, but I was bushed. I was just all people-ed out. I guess I’m one of those that needs a little time away from the crowds.
And this is a perfect segue to today’s required reading: Caring for your Inner Introvert by Jonathan Rauch of The Atlantic online. Read it. Know me.
And then when you come to my house for football, and you think I may have gone missing midway through the third quarter, you’ll know why. But don’t worry, I’ll be back. If there’s one thing stronger than my periodic need to find a quiet room, it’s my desire to see the end of the game.