The football team is on the field again, and the family knows what that means.
I will be investing in new favourite team socks. Or new favourite team scarves. Or new favourite team earrings, favourite team bobble head dolls or favourite team nail tattoos.
Want a favourite team calculator or bottle opener? No problem-o.
Let’s just say there are more than jerseys on offer.
At this time of year, when everyone else is despairing the end of summer, I am doing the opposite. This is what happens when you have a favourite football team.
This is what also happens.
I will recline on the chesterfield, the husband in the oversized chair. We will each have a laptop open and be on the identical site.
“That green and blue hoodie looks nice,” the husband might say. “And they happen to have your size.”
“I already have, oh, 16 hoodies,” I will reply.
“Good point,” the husband will say. “How about a new nightgown?”
“A possibility,” I will agree. “But let’s keep looking.”
Find yourself a favourite team, and odds are, you’ll end up doing more than tuning in each Sunday and screaming your face off for three hours. Odds are, you’ll also be visiting the favourite team’s web store, and hunting down some merch.
Last week, there I was — on the chesterfield with the laptop open.
“So what are you thinking?” asked the husband. “That nightgown we were talking about?”
“Heck no,” I said. “I already have three football nightgowns. I was thinking more of a clothes hamper.”
Indeed, when it comes to the favourite team offerings, there’s nothing that’s not on the table.
The husband nodded.
“I can see that,” he said. “Our clothes hamper says nothing about football. What else?”
I scanned the favourite team swimsuits and sunglasses, clocks and comforters, and hit pause when I spied the keyboards.
“That would be pretty cool!” I exclaimed. “I could use it on my computer at work!”
“A bit risky,” said the husband. “You’d never be able to focus on work because you’d be too distracted.”
Point taken.
“Wait a minute,” I said. “There’s something here called the bungee chair.”
“What’s that?” asked the husband.
“I have no idea,” I said. “But it says here’s they’re almost gone. We’d better jump on it!”
So there you have it. The favourite team bungee chair should be arriving next week. I haven’t a clue what a bungee chair is, but it’s wearing my favourite colours.
