Shout Out: Ol' Scotty P.

Okay, so ol' Scotty P. is admittedly not much of a reader. So, he hasn't actually read the play about which my life is rapidly revolving. He says he wants to be surprised when he finally sees it live. We'll go with that.

But, he is a dedicated football partner. It would have, of course, been a deal breaker to have married someone whose football loyalties lie contrary to my own. Luckily, we are both WVU grads several times over. (And over. And over.) Throughout much of our married life, we have both been enrolled in some sort of degree program at WVU.  After all that and a move to North Carolina, we have season football tickets, so the university is still milking us for money. (Clever...very clever.) But we cheerfully traipse to Morgantown for home games because we love the tailgating and festivities and camaraderie. Or we are crazy. Take your pick.

Here's the happy family ready for Franco's first experience at Mountaineer Field! Contrary to popular belief, they do not take your first born to settle your massive student loan debt. Go figure.

Of course, we all cheer the Pittsburgh Steelers, too. We have seen many games together, reveling in loads of fun and fandom. Here is one happy memory from Heinz Field on a day when old Fav-ray hit the turf at least "favre" times:

It's understandable that we make family plans which revolve around ball games. It was a no-brainer that the new baby would have a sports-themed bedroom, regardless of whether he was a he or a she. Common sense at times is the first casualty of this type of fanaticism, but we all know Scotty P. is much more grounded than I am and can keep it in better perspective. (Most of the time.)

We can count all the happy memories and sad times as shared journeys in our marriage, and it does make it that much richer. It is fun to share all this with someone, and we look forward to happier memories made with Franco at sporting events in the future. From the 'Eers to the Steelers and even onto the ice to cheer the Pittsburgh Penguins, we are united in one common goal: Fun. And championships. (So that's kind of two goals, but they should go together. Every year.) Happy family time indeed!

**And as a caveat, I thought I would share the following image for your delight. Scotty P. carving a large piece of meat in the parking lot of Mountaineer Field. Because...yeah. We weren't kidding about the obsession with meat.