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I feel pressure on my chest. An uncomfortable weight. Sleeping on my back, the discomfort wakes me up.

I open my eyes and two inches from my face is my cat.

“Well, it's about time!” I raised my hands in victory. “I don't know why nobody thought of this before — especially me!”

Husband-Head sat silent.

Few things in my life have had such profound impact and left such a lasting memory of pulling on a football helmet.

Every August, as the sun bakes the Garfield County land, that memory pours back into my consciousness.

“Honey, are you missing a ball?” I screamed to him upstairs, while covering the mouthpiece of the phone with my hand?

There was silence for a few moments before he answered.

“They're baaaaack!” Husband-Head said, doing a little happy dance in front of the television the other night.

“Come here, you have to see this show!” Husband-Head cried out to me from the living room.

“Do you remember John F. Kennedy's funeral and how sad it was?” I asked Husband-Head the other evening.

Husband-Head gave me a puzzled look.

“Oh my GAWD!” Husband-Head yelled as he ran from the laundry room into the kitchen and quickly threw something into the garbage. “I can't believe I almost ATE that!”