My latest pick: a personal motto |

My latest pick: a personal motto

April E. Clark
Post Independent
Glenwood Springs, CO Colorado
April in Glenwood

Thank goodness for the gridiron.

Without the National Football League back in my life, I might be a little bummed. The dating forecast is, well, overcast. At best. And, ironically, after seven years living out in Colorado I’m feeling terribly homesick for friends and family in Indiana.

Maybe that’s what they mean by the Seven Year Itch.

Don’t get me wrong.

I love fall. Especially out here in the Rocky Mountains where the golden aspen leaves are so breathtaking, I almost want to cry. Like I’ve just watched an episode of “Extreme Makeover: Home Edition” tears, where I feel happy and sad – all at the same time. But nothing like the ending to last week’s Indianapolis Colts game.

Those are more tears of rage.

Each year, I wait for the games to begin the same way my dog Elwood reacts when he’s around pepperoni. I get a little crazy. There’s some panting. Maybe even some high-pitched barking at the television. And this year, in particular, I’m realizing about the only men I enjoy spending my weekends – and Monday nights – with wear jerseys, cleats and helmets. More specifically, blue and white jerseys and football pants.

One player I find to be a great Sunday play date in blue and white is numbered with an 18.

Subtract the numbers and you have seven, which should mean something lucky this year. Or it could mean the opposite. I could continue down my slippery slope of missing the majority of football picks in the Post Independent’s Friday sports section. Much like Peyton Manning, I have a target on my back for attempting a three-peat of coming out on top of the picks. Like previous seasons I could make a comeback, though. As a friend once told me he read on a sign about mountain lion-attack survival, never give up.

That’s what my mother told me when I was 13 and still wearing a training bra.

I like the idea of never give up. It’s so uplifting, and can be applied to so many situations in life. Including reaching puberty.

And picking college football winners.

When I find the Colts down in the first half, I always remember to never give up. We are infamous for pulling off a win in the fourth quarter. And my team won Super Bowl XLI against the Chicago Bears in 2007 after trailing miserably in the first half. I remained calm, though, shifting my attention to the deviled eggs, chili – with spaghetti noodles, a delicacy I like to call Hillbilly Chili – and fried pork tenderloin sandwiches I made for the party. I really could not watch the first half of the game. But the Colts never gave up, and neither did I. I may or may not have eaten 10 deviled eggs like I was the female version of “Man vs. Food.” I also may or may not have taken the day after that Super Bowl off from work.

That was a good boss, and I think you know who you are.

Never give up could be a way of looking at the whole dating game, too. Unless that’s taken to the “He’s Just Not That Into You” denial level, where text messages are never returned but you’re still sending them. And booty calls, with no callbacks, are considered an integral part of your sex life.

That’s more like the Seven Hour Itch.

Never give up could be a way to approach marriage, too. Sure, giving up is the easy way out when a marriage has the makings for a reality TV show based on how much two people can despise each other.

Don’t miss “Extreme Makeover: I Hate My Marriage Edition,” next season on ABC.

When people never give up, and stay married to each other, studies have shown they are much happier statistically than their single counterparts. Personally, I’d like to see that study done in Aspen during ski season. Because there sure are a lot of single people hanging out for apres ski.

And they certainly don’t look unhappy.

So, no matter its application, “Never give up” is officially going to be my motto for the rest of 2010. As if I’m some kind of branded product that needs a slogan.

Maybe my football picks will at least improve.

April E. Clark is thinking about hometown friends in New Palestine, Ind., who are grieving and sends her condolences to the Flannagan family. She can be reached at

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