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My husband loves football. However, this little tidbit was not disclosed in our prenuptual agreement.
OK, we didn’t really have a prenup, but he kept this information well hidden until I was deeply entrenched as his wife, having borne him four children. I thought I had escaped life as a football widow, but no.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me you liked football?” I lamented as we bought rabbit ears one chilly autumn afternoon.
His response was, “We never lived in a major city with its own football team.”
So there you have it. “We” became Kansas City Chiefs fans for five years until we moved to another NFL city and switched our allegiances to the Chargers.
Now, nine years later? I love foodball. Er, I mean, football. I love the food, that is. So as the current season is officially kicked off, here are some great bites to celebrate the foodball season, that is the football season.
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