About a month ago, I went to Los Angeles to watch the Chicago Bliss defeat the Atlanta Steam to capture their second consecutive Legends Football League title. It was a fun trip and a great experience.
The euphoria continued throughout the next couple weeks, as I retold stories to various friends. Individual moments came back to me as Bliss players and coaches posted random pictures on Facebook and elsewhere.
Now I sit here, a month later, and I still feel the excitement of the season and the championship, but I feel a bit empty already. I miss the Bliss.
The Bliss experience was a ten month journey from the tryouts to the championship game. Jack and I attended at least one practice a week. There were also special events. The Bliss even invaded Resistance Pro wrestling a couple times. I was happily ensconced in the Bliss.
Oh sure, I still keep in touch with most of the organization through texts or Facebook. While I am sure they are relieved and enjoying their break, I am left with an odd emptiness.
I really did enjoy the LFL experience. The easy joke is that any man would enjoy bikini clad women playing football, but anyone, who spent real time with the team, knows it goes well beyond that.
The women work hard at honing and developing their skills. The coaches work hard at getting them game-ready. Nobody is doing this for the money. Their level of commitment and dedication is impressive. The football itself is just as good as any football you will see anyway. If you don't believe me, check out their game films on YouTube.
Speaking of YouTube, I think I will go there now and relive some of the fun moments of the season. That should help my Bliss blues.
Deena Fagiano and me in Los Angeles, CA-September 2014.