Da plane. Da plane. I was not much of a Fantasy Island watcher, however Tatoo uttering his sighting is something about pop culture that lives on. My husband is on fantasy island this weekend, or should I say Fantasy Football Island. This is his yearly weekend trip to Dallas to participate in three football drafts.
For those of you who don't know about Fantasy Football, it is a bunch of grown men in a room all pretending that they are team owners and hosting their own draft. Some have asked, do you mind that he does this. Actually, no, because he does not mind my scrapbooking, which, let us be honest, is a whole fantasy sport of its own!
There is no end to the fantasy sports craze, it includes fantasy nascar, and I have even been told, fantasy fishing. I don't quite get that one -- I think Bob will hook a wide mouth bass at Lake Minnetonka? Another reason I don't mind, is because although we have been married for 10 years, I've known Tommy for nearly 20 years. He has always been about football.
In college, he theorized in the late 80s how the Cowboys would be the 'team of the 90s' and he was right. I always knew that football would be a BIG thing in our lives. So as the season starts, I'm not so much a 'football widow' as a 'spouse free to scrapbook' while the game is on.
He will return home today, if you drive by, we will be standing out in the front yard, hailing his homecoming, "da plane, da plane" has landed!
2 comments:
I hope he and Kerry had a fantastic weekend!!
I guess that Jay and Tommy had a phone conversation last night about some secret strategies. This is serious business!! :)
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