My father must be rolling over in his grave as I strut around in my Colt's jersey and even read the sports page in the Star.   I have always hated football on TV.  I would go to high school games (more about friends than football) and I even went to several college games.  But football on TV was boring.  It kept me from watching anything good.  And it meant we had to be quiet so we didn't disturb dad as he watched.

When I lived in Nebraska the whole state shut down for University of Nebraska games.  I went shopping during the games since the stores were always empty.

In Detroit I learned to enjoy the Pistons but never watched the Lions.  In DC I managed to ignore the Redskins totally.

But this Colts thing is contagious.  I realize now that the more you watch the more fun it is to watch.  It takes a while to learn the players, their names, their strengths and weaknesses.  Last Sunday I found myself actually caring who won.  I can hardly believe it.

As much as I have come to enjoy the Colts there is still one part of the game I detest.  When the players are going off the field and someone sticks a microphone in their face and they say Praise the Lord and God gave us this victory.

Praise the Lord I can handle.  God gave me strength, health, ability, patience- I can handle that.  But if God gave you the victory that must mean God gave the other team the loss.  And just why would God do that?  No, I don't think God has much to do with who wins or loses the Super Bowl.  If I did, we would have a very different service on February 4th.

Go Colts!