This week has scared me a little bit already. Scared me, but also excited me at the same time. You see, the Spurs locked up their championship by completely whooping up on the Heat Sunday night, bringing the oh-so-long NBA season to a close. And while I do love the amazing talent of professional basketball and a summer filled with professional baseball and ballpark hotdogs, the tide is already changing for me at this point. There's only one sport in my life now so I'll need the others to kindly step aside.
|Goodbye basketball and baseball. See you after the Super Bowl.|
You see, football season starts for me tonight. I have my first after-hours event of the season and it will only pick up from here. One minute I'm jumping for joy at the promise of football season. I get caught up in the excitement of new guys on the team, a great schedule and just hoping that this is the year we get that playoff win we want so badly. But within seconds, those thoughts also get flooded with stress and anxiety over what the coming months will bring. The extra hours, the hectic schedules, the drunken fans I
hold so dear deal with each week.
It's true what they say… You don't work in the sports world for the money or the glamour or the perks (Unless you're the actual athlete we're talking about). You work in sports for the love of the game. For the excitement of what each new season holds. So it begins now. If anyone needs me, I'll be watching the clock. Counting down until my guy's first game on August 7th. 49 days and counting.
PS- realized I could link up with Sarah today! ;)