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Adlen Robinson: The energy of football fans is fascinating to watch

I grew up in a sports-loving household. With three older brothers and a dad who were all obsessed with almost every sport, I heard lots of yelling at the television. Our dinner-table talk almost always revolved around sports talk.

My brothers all played sports — baseball, football, basketball, soccer and possibly others I don’t remember. 

We did not grow up as the “Trophy for Participation” generation, so when one of them won a trophy, it was a big deal. I attended many of those dinner banquets with the terrible food and long, boring speeches. I don’t know if they still have those, but if they do, I’m sure they’re much longer since everybody gets a trophy now.

 That being said, when we were raising our four children, Paul couldn’t watch much football on television. We were just too busy. The kids had sports and other activities. When you have four children, you just rarely sit down, much less to watch a three hour football game. 

Of course we watched some — especially when our oldest played football in elementary and middle school. But, for the most part, Paul watched only the “big” games and of course, those were interrupted with all-things-kids. The only football I watched on television was while I was folding laundry.

 So, since we have been empty-nesters the past few years, Paul has been playing catch-up on watching football. I haven’t minded it — when we remodeled the kitchen a few years ago, it opened up the kitchen to the family room, so I’m a part of his new football craze.

Since I am married to one, I want to say I am a bit perplexed by hardcore football fans. 

First of all, Paul yells, wait, let me amend that to screams at the television often. He is happily screaming one minute, telling his team how great that last play was. Next, he is screaming at the referee’s call, or even at his favorite player for his terrible catch, tackle, etc. 

Our 12-pound dog Indigo, doesn’t understand her “daddy” yelling, and sometimes erupts into barking. This entire scene is fascinating to me.

How is it fun to watch this game and yell and scream? Is his blood pressure going up and down? Is that healthy? 

Paul gives ample praise for the good plays — always making me watch the instant replays. And those athletes are amazing. All of them. Including the rival team.

Maybe it’s because I didn’t go to a college that had a football team. Maybe it’s because I grew up with so many men in my life and home who were obsessed with football and most other sports. But whatever the reason, I don’t mind watching football as long as I can also be reading cookbooks, cooking, searching and writing on my computer, or doing something else along with watching the game.

The Super Bowl is this Sunday. We will definitely be watching even though it stinks the Falcons won’t be playing.

Good luck if your team is being represented. As for me, I can’t wait to eat football snacks. Be sure to check out Friday’s food column for some delicious recipes to enjoy during the game.

Adlen Robinson is author of “Home Matters: The Guide to Organizing Your Life and Home.” Email her at