...and I live in a house full of boys.
Unfortunately, I've never really understood the appeal of football. I'm much more of a baseball kinda gal. I don't think I'd mind watching soccer. Or tennis when my kids are playing. And golf is okay when I'm knitting lace or something that requires my full attention. But football's just not my thing. The rules hold no sense for me.
My husband still holds out hope, though. Not his breath...just hope. He's a wise man.
Now, my sons have never been overly interested in watching sports. Not even baseball (with the exception of actually being at a game because...well...that's just a good time!). Sports on TV always just seemed to bore them, and they never showed any strong allegiance with any particular team.
But something changed over the last year. I don't know what happened. Perhaps their father's enthusiasm just finally won them over. Perhaps the oldest has simply reached an age when he enjoys the comaraderie and banter with his friends, and the youngest has followed suit in the way that younger brothers do.
It's a mystery.
But there's one thing I do know: my house has exploded in black and gold.
Yes, my husband is a Steelers fan. The only thing he has ever asked me to knit for him was a stocking cap that came clear down his back, had Steelers stripes, and the Steelers logo positioned on the back of his head. And I hadn't done much colorwork by that time.
I've done even less since.
No evil 'round here...
For Christmas this year my boys each got a fleece Steelers blanket and a Steelers quilt made by my mom, and my husband got a Steelers rice pillow (aka bed-warmer), also made by mom. Since then my oldest has made a couple of ball caps out of Duck tape in Steelers colors, and both boys decided that they had to have arm warmers with Steelers stripes.
Well. I may not get football, but I do get knitting for team spirit.
It's just a shame their team's not in the Super Bowl.
