Today, we would like to thank the good Lord for the gift of football.
Specifically, college football.
More specifically, Carolina football.
As summer fades, we bid a tearful farewell to garden squash, pool dates and long nights of sunlight. But here comes football, to take away the chill of autumn with its warm embrace. Its stadium lights illuminate the darkness. It brings hope.
(And despair, but that usually comes a bit later in the season.)
The most common future hobby that people designate for our portly babe is that he will one day be a football player. And the prediction is not for a kicker or a QB. A man on the metro recently took a look at Ezra and said, “Look at that. He’s gonna be an offensive lineman.” I must admit, that sounds like a little more head-injury-risk than this protective mama would like. (And I doubt he’ll keep up his lineman physique. His father was a chubby baby too, and you see how that turned out.) But whether or not Ezra ever plays football, I suspect he’ll join in football fandom.
For his part, Ezra seems to think the whole thing sounds hilarious…