I really don’t always think about food. But as I was standing there watching the d-line do some light drill work on day 2 of camp, all I could think about was frito pie and beer. At 8:45 in the morning.

Shoulder pads and whistles. Conditioning drills and helmets. Fantasy football drafts and trash talking with a Cowboys fan. There really is no greater sound in this world than the helmet and shoulder pads of two linemen colliding. It’s… magical.

And there’s no sight more panic-inducing than seeing your star receiver watching the rest of the team practice with a towel on his head.

Can you believe it’s August already? School starts in about 3 weeks and there’s almost an end in sight to the oppressive heat and humidity… sort of. Almost. That usually comes in November.

But the best part of late summer in Texas? FOOTBALL. And after the most exciting Texans season ever, and most disappointing Colts off-season ever, we are seriously ready for some football in southeast Texas.

I’ve been a huge football fan for… as long as I can remember. My dad wouldn’t have it any other way. I think he had only two goals for me: 1) to make sure that I knew more about football by age 11 than most grown men; 2) go to college. He paraded his little girls around clad in Luv Ya Blue and I Still Luv Bum t-shirts.

I can only hope to be half as great a football mom as he was a dad 🙂

But I think we’re off to a decent start.