One of my favorite pastimes is seeing Sunday pigskin.

I finally curl up on the couch with my husband and watch pigskin with him.

Being an ex cheerleader in school, university, and professional pigskin for a year, I knew a lot about athletic interests. I met my husband when he was playing with the same team I was cheering for. I quit cheering when I got pregnant right after my pal and I got married. He didn’t play ball for long, but it didn’t stop us from seeing pigskin. One afternoon, my cooling system quit working. I called the local heating and air conditioning contractor and asked if they could send an actual heating and air conditioning specialist over as soon as possible. My husband was bringing over a couple of pigskin buddies for a BBQ. When the heating and air conditioning specialist arrived, I kept staring at him. I simply knew I knew him from somewhere. I was going to ask him if my pal and I had met, although I wanted the a/c fixed more than I wanted to know who he was. My husband came into the study room and noticed the heating and air conditioning specialist was there. He looked outside, and I asked if he didn’t feel he was a pigskin player. I didn’t even get the thought voiced when my husband was outside shaking the guy’s hand. They had played university pigskin together. They talked about pigskin, and when the a/c unit was repaired, he stuck around for the BBQ and a day of reminiscing. An hour later, the central heating and air conditioning tech’s wife showed up with street clothing, and stayed to spend the day with the rest of us wives.

I was sure the heating and air conditioning tech was a pigskin player.