When the NFL schedule is released, both players and fans look forward to certain dates. A meeting with a bitter rival, a division game or maybe the most important, the bye week. For those less familiar with the details of the NFL, the bye is the one week each team has off during the grueling 17 week long regular season. It’s a time to recover from injury, retool on offense or just generally get your head right. On a more personal level, it’s an opportunity players get to be with their families. Many go on vacation with the extra time off.
That’s where this story starts. All my buds knows I love football. And that eats up a lot of Sundays. My amazing lady totally respects my passion for the NFL but that’s not her cup of tea. She gives me my space and let’s me shout at the tv with full force. She has become a honorary Lions fan. Even downloaded the ESPN app so she could check the scores to see how I’d be doing and know how to approach me after the final whistle.
A few years ago, I started a new tradition. As a reward for putting up with all my sports shenanigans, I offered to take my special lady out to breakfast on the first Sunday without football. We call this, bye week brunch. No score checking or fantasy updates (unless she isn’t looking or in the bathroom). A day I devote all to her. My teammate who supports me and all my sports nonsense. We pick somewhere awesome, a place that serves Mimosas and Bloodys and is the Joe Montana of making eggs. Oh yeah, there is crab in the eggs. Crab. We get up early (for me) and make it full Sunday Funday. Just like how the players take out their families. But I’m not a top wide receiver, just an overweight writer with a fast tongue.
Supporting a sports team can be a fulfilling endeavor (sometimes). It can feel hyper important but never overlook the players you have supporting you on the daily basis. Your friends and family. Your team. The folks who set you up to win. Top head coaches always talk about staying with what works, well then you should thank your mom, grandpa, brother, partner, neighbor, lover, nanny, dog, whoever has your back. They are your squad and they deserve some goddamn bacon, eggs, hollandaise sauce or whatever they want!