The Burrow

A guest post by Big Cuter. It’s not because my formerly beloved San Francisco 49ers have gone completely in the tank.  Sure that helps, but I like to think that it really just freed me to follow my head.  My heart is no longer in it. This isn’t some knee jerk reaction.  This is something that I’ve struggled with for the past 18 months. Lets back up a bit.  Who am I and why does/should my trial separation matter to the NFL?  Well, Burrow denizens, I’m Ashleigh’s son, so there’s that.  I’m a 32 year old, single (much to my mother’s dismay), man who for most of my life defined myself by my football fandom.  Examples?  Well, I’m glad you (didn’t) ask!  Shallowly, in those Facebook word-clouds of most used words in the last year, FOOTBALL easily came in first.   I’ve created 15 page PowerPoints to teach football to significant others. Every Wednesday during the football season TBG  and I go through every single NFL game an...

Allow myself to introduce… myself. (and let that be a lesson to ANYONE who uses “myself” erroneously. When in doubt, use a different pronoun). I am known around these parts as “the big cuter”. I go by a nick-name in the real world, so, given the tendency towards pseudonyms in this blog I’ll comfortably hide behind that moniker. As an aside, Ashleigh has done a good job of discussing her thoughts on pen names, and if I’m ever called on again for a guest post I’ll happily share mine. Until that time, myself’s (wink, wink) name will be “the big cuter”. A little bit about me, at least as is relevant to this post: I’m an avid, nay, rabid football fan. I care way too much about the success of my beloved San Francisco 49 ers . I jokingly, but with far too much seriousness, state that half of my t-shirts are 9 ers (the other half are Georgetown). I’ ve created detailed booklets** explaining the basics and not-so-basics of football to initiate the uninitiated into the game. I’m currently ret...