So I went back to Plan A: Cheering for the Colts and tweeting about how much I love the Drew Brees NyQuil commercials. It was working really well for me…and then I got myself one of those boyfriend people…who happens to know a lot about football.
Which leads me to his Fantasy Football draft. I put on my Jenny MacArthur hat and reminded him daily, hourly in fact, that Peyton Manning was the way to go (no longer a Colt :( but still my future husband :) ). I can only imagine the number of eye rolls that happened over the phone & via text message that week. You can imagine my excitement when I received this text message on draft night…
I got Manning….
In fact, my exact response was, “WHOOP WHOOP!”
I’m telling myself that my “statistics” helped him arrive at his draft pick (he’s so cute…did you see the Buick commercial…Eli is his little brother…I lived in Indy for four years...he likes oreos…of course that’s a real fact, just pick him!).
Jump ahead to last night’s kickoff game (fun fact: did you know that it was the first Wednesday night game since 1948?). I turned the game on for background noise while I was pinning new recipes, fabulous outfits, and decorating tips. I had just talked to Justin, and I swear I was listening when he told me who I should be rooting for. A few minutes into the first quarter, our texting convo went something like this:
Me: I already forgot who I’m supposed to be cheering for tonight…
The Boy: Ahmad Bradshaw, number 44. Giants. Dez Bryant, number 88. Cowboys .
(What a good boyfriend, giving me numbers instead of positions so I would know who to watch for!)
…a few minutes later...
Me: Eli is such a cutie. I think I’ll cheer for him instead :)
(I’m such a supportive girlfriend)
The Boy: Eli is a mouth breather
(How rude! Talking about my future brother-in-law like that!!)
Me: You’re cute. I’d cheer for you if you played football
The Boy: I played in high school
(Join the NFL, buddy, and we’ll talk)
Next thing I knew, it was halftime aka bedtime for yours truly. So I went to sleep dreaming about football season and all of the wonderful things that come with it…tailgating, chili, hot chocolate, hoodies, crunchy leaves, boots!, and snuggling with my awesome boyfriend on a chilly fall evening.
Who else is looking forward to Sunday? I sure am…Go Colts (and Go Peyton)