Football Affective Disorder

Our Writers Group prompt for January was to write about an  unusual recovery or support group. Here’s mine:

Football Affective Disorder

February is upon us, bringing with it a multitude of psychological disorders. Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is one of the most publicized; however, there’s a subset of SAD which overlaps the distinctive time frame and may be a disorder in its own right: Football Affective Disorder (FAD).


Commencing in August, fan activities are scheduled around The Game. Many restaurants have jumped on the ball-wagon by adding multiple viewing screens in an effort to entice diners to their tables; food is essential for life, after all. This being the greatest generation of multi-taskers, football aficionados are able to add yet another facet to their dining/game experience:  A date night with a spouse or significant other, bonding with one’s offspring, or a social get-together with friends can be accomplished at the same time.


February hosts the grand finale, the Super Bowl. For one final weekend, hoards of football fans, and those who love them, celebrate with parties to rival New Year’s festivities. The day after the Super Bowl is filled with discussion and debate anywhere people meet. This conversation may also involve ref-bashing, Monday-morning quarterbacking, and the very-popular-and-ever-pricey commercials.


As suddenly as January 2 arrives after New Year’s revelry and life becomes a bit blasé, in the days following the Super Bowl, FAD sufferers are tackled by the loss of their month’s long addiction to The Game. The letdown is enough to cart them off the field of day-to-day play-by-play living.


In light of this newly-discovered syndrome, FAD support groups will be kicking off the un-football season this month with huddles of fans meeting all across the nation. To find a support group near you, type Fantasy Football into your favorite search engine.

KPC Writers Group prompt-July 2011

The prompt for this month is to tell about a fire started or put out. 

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Down, and almost out, Joe accepted his friend’s offer of a catering job. The fete was booked by Mrs. Vandenburg in hopes of raising support for another of her pet projects. Before the failure of his business venture, Joe would more than likely have been on the guest list, but not now. No, instead, he would be a servant, rather than the served.

The crew arrived early and everything was in place before the guests breezed in. As the room filled with the air of pretense, Joe caught a glimpse of Mrs. Vandenburg’s daughter, Elizabeth. The fluidity of her movement as she mingled among the banquet guests washed over him and left a desire unlike any other. It was just a tiny spark, a glint she saw when their eyes met. She could feel his sweeping gaze as she turned to greet yet another attendee.

Elizabeth was used to it, the attention from men. Her mother ingrained in her at an early age she could have any man she wanted, being graced with the familial beauty, charm and of course, money; and she had found this to be true, if only for a little while. As a debutante, she was smitten with the attention and fell hard, only to find her heart shattered into a million jagged pieces. Somewhere in the healing process, the pieces of her tender heart had become frozen together.

As she made small talk with a guest, a question volleyed back and forth across her mind, “Why did that caterer look so familiar?” She was trying to place where she might have seen him without staring at his angular features that tended to attract the eye.

When another guest approached the young man in question and shook his hand, she immediately knew who he was! How different he looked in the humble attire of a server. She couldn’t help but sneak a peek occasionally; he carried himself with such dignity. As dessert was served, she felt warm breath in her ear, asking, “Coffee?”  She turned her head to peer into those eyes full of warmth, and her heart melted.