“Just snap the ball!”
It was a ritual in my family come autumn, come football season. We would quickly shake hands with the preacher at church and pile into our family’s Dodge Caravan and rush home. The Colts game would soon be starting.
My mom would get lunch started while my dad, my younger brother, and I would turn on the pregame show and write down our picks for all the games that week. Everything was a competition, except the Colts.
We all always chose the Colts.
The team would take the field and 18 would trot out to take control of the offense.