The air is starting to get a slight chill, school is back in session, and you can almost hear the roar of the crowd off in the distance…football season is here!!! For those of you who are football fans you can hardly contain the excitement welling up inside you each preseason game makes you drool a little more. The taste of beer and wings in on your lips, and you have your jersey out to wash one last time before it becomes lucky and is no longer washable. For those of you who do not follow football and have no idea what I am talking about…what the hell are you doing! You are missing one of the greatest excitements in America. Stop fighting it and join in!

I grew up in a basketball family. My excitement revolved around March and I can vividly remember exactly where I was when Christian Laettner hit "the shot". Then, I got married. He was a football guy. The first football season we were together I hardly saw him. He would disappear on Saturday to resurface on Tuesday then go again on Thursday. I went to a big time ACC school and while basketball reigned supreme it was still a southern school. For those of you not from the south let me educate you on southern college football real quick. If the game starts at 7:00 p.m. you arrive at your tailgate at 9:00 a.m. You listen to pre-game talk while cooking out and drinking. Then around 6:00 p.m. the stadium begins to come alive with the sound of thousands of fans beginning their pregame routine. Then, when the ball kicks off the stadium shakes and you can't hear your thoughts over the roar of the crowd! It's a big deal! Coming from that college background joining in with him on Saturday was not hard. I loved cheering for my team and cheering against our arch nemesis in-state rival. Passion was easy to muster for college football.

The NFL was another story. I had no allegiance to any team, and frankly did not care one bit about pro-athletes. I found them a bunch of overpaid whiners to decide to strike when they didn't get their way. Then, I had to make the choice to be left on Sunday and Monday or join in. I became a Washington Redskins fan, and I have not looked back since.

Sundays became one of my favorite day of the week. We would put on our jerseys and head to our local redskin bar. Strangers became friends, and pitchers were passed around without worrying about who was paying for it. Campbell would connect with Moss for a 55 yard touchdown and the room of burgundy and gold would erupt in "Hail to the Redskins". Taylor (may he rest in peace) would absolutely annihilate a cowboy and grown men would hug each other and women would high five whoever was closest. I would be on cloud nine the day after a Cowboys defeat and I would be blue with an Eagles defeat. I had become an NFL fan, and I was loving it.

So all you women out there who hate losing your husband on Sundays, if you hate having to watch stupid games all day even when his team is not on, if you hate his inability to get anything done on Sunday, if you hate him not coming home on Monday nights after work the solution is simple…join the party. He will think you are totally amazing for doing it, and you will get many good karma points (i.e.-shoes, purses, and clothes). Not only will you get bonus points but you may find yourself having fun.

The first step is to try going somewhere to watch the game. We could not get the games on our TV and so we were forced to find a bar, but it really did make a difference. Just getting out of the house made it more like a date then game. Second, order a beer and junk food and don't feel guilty about the calories. This is your chance for a "get out of jail free" card with junk food so eat everything you want. Next, buy a cute jersey. I chose a bigger one to wear with legging and a belt. Next, talk loudly and not get shushed, and remind him in front of other women how lucky he is to have a girl that likes football. Finally, let go and enjoy watching those buff men run around in tight pants.

Trust me ladies, take it from a designer wearing, pink loving, high heel wearing girl…football can be fun!