The Punchers know all about it.
And how to play it.
And how to win it.
American through and through.
Having evolved out of rugby.
If you live in this country, you know about football.
Even if you don’t watch it, you know it.
Whether you like it or not.
You’d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to know about Super Bowl Sunday.
An American icon.
Right up there with the bald eagle.
And the red, white, and blue.
As a kid, I remember my brother playing "Pop Warner."
And one summer I spent reading biographies, including that of Knute Rockne.
In high school, the quarterback went steady with the head cheerleader.
We felt like we had our own king and queen.
One way or another, our lives are touched by football.
We play it.
We coach it.
Or we’re cheerleaders.
Or we raise boys who play it.
And girls who lead the cheers.
Our brothers and fathers watch it.
(As do plenty of females.)
But it’s still a male sport.
With a male-dominated following.
Taking the country by storm since the 19
Especially college football.
And it’s still going strong.
Professional football harkens back to 1892.
The National Football League formed in 1922.
Now known the world over as simply "the NFL."
Last Sunday, the Minnesota Vikings barely beat the Dallas Cowboys.
The testosterone-driven entity also did something else.
Possibly even more remarkable.
The Vikings brought national attention to women’s plight with breast cancer.
That’s because one of their wives has it.
So the entire team showed support by applying pink ribbon decals to their helmets.
Let’s tackle it and win.
Power to the Pigskin!
Renee Walker is an author, poet, and real estate broker on the square.