First Sunday
1. Put on your home team gear.
For God’s sake man! If you don’t wear the shirt it is your fault if your team loses. And straight up. If you have coozies, and coasters, and pants, and hats, with your team on them you BETTER bring them out. And if your home team ain’t the home team where you live-be prepared for some smack talk. Luckily, we’re Bears fans so we are ready to give and take grief wherever we go. We give and take at the grocery store, the gas station, church. Yes. I said church. Y’all! THERE IS SMACK TALK ABOUT FOOTBALL AT CHURCH! The greeters talk a little smack. The lady who hands you the lesson and prayer cards talks a little smack. The guy in front of you who turns to shake your hand before the sermon starts talks smack. WE talk smack! A lot of smack talk happening at church. I love it. Which also leads to ritual #2. 2. Pray! Pray! Pray! Pray in a Varsity Blues “we love football and our quarterback” fashion. This is not a drill. I know there are so many people and things and causes out there that need our prayers. But God is good. He hears ALL prayers. And these are rituals. They are nothing without prayer. So Lord. Please give us a good season, and great first game on First Sunday. I don’t know if you know this because you are VERY busy with real world stuff but…we’re playing the Packers. We could REALLY use your support. 3. The FOOD. Is there any good tradition that doesn’t include food? No. No there isn’t. So I make plenty of food on First Sunday but none of it is an actual meal. It’s more about grazing. My husband has a strict “shrimp for ever holiday” policy so that is a given but there is also cheese and guacamole and chips and chili cheese dip, mini dogs, cheese trays and some crudités for those of us watching our figure. There’s enough grazing that if anyone even looks at me and asks “What’s for dinner?” It better be Tuesday.