“Hello, Coach.”
Touching words, ladies. Don’t believe me? Well, tomorrow is NFL draft day, one of the best football days of the year. I honestly hesitated to write about the big day in the blog, because I know the draft is considered must see tv for only the most die-hard football fans, but I think it gets an unfair rap. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that at least the first round of the draft is one of the most girl-friendly football events of the year.
It’s like the Olympics. You know you love the Olympics. Who doesn’t? This past year I watched swimming, track, a marathon, gymnastics, diving–couldn’t get enough of it. Now if I turned on the tv tonight and there was a diving competition on the screen I would switch channels. Not interested. So why do I/we watch the Olympics? The back stories! You get to know all about these people who come from all over the country and all over the world–you learn about the lengths that they’ve gone to excel, how rigorously they’ve had to train for years on end, and all they’ve sacrificed throughout their lives for the love of sport. Draft day is just like that! But without any of the boring fencing stuff!
And I know that there’s a big difference between winning a gold medal and taking on a full-time job with a ginormous salary, but it’s still a palpably emotional day. A few of the guys who are expected to be drafted early are invited to New York City to sit in the ballroom at Radio City Music Hall and get their pictures taken when their names are called. Others have news crews that head to their houses and film the guys when they are chosen, typically surrounded by screaming family members.
Which brings me back to the beginning. When a team chooses a player, they typically call the kid before his name is announced publicly (whether in NYC or at home, the players always have a cell phone on hand). And, I’m sorry, but every time a guy picks up the phone and says, “Hello, Coach,” I get teary eyed. He has a coach, and he has a team, and he’s made it. It’s a boy achieving his dreams and becoming a man and making his family proud and… well, anyway, it’s fraught with meaning. Fraught, I tell you. Like that episode of Friday Night Lights when Smash gets accepted to A&M but times like 1,000. And, I’m sorry, but I know you cried when you watched that episode. Don’t try to pretend you didn’t.
(On a side note, I keep praying that some team will draft Smash, because darn if he isn’t the best football player, and his mom sacrificed so much for him, and I love them all.)
(And, yes, I know he’s fictional.)
(Sort of.)
(Oh, but here’s the non-fictional Aaron Curry. I love him almost as much as Smash. Ok, probably more since he’s a “real” “person” and not a “tv” “character.” You will love him, too, when you read this. Promise.)

Aaron Curry is an awesome person and also very, very large. Watch the draft for Aaron.
Need some more reasons to like football?
Try these: Reason 1, Reason 2, Reason 3, Reason 4