Many of you know this about me already, but I'm an avid (rabid) Tampa Bay Buccaneer fan. I have been since their inception. Granted, I was a little tyke when they came to be, but that was how it began for me. I was living in Tampa at the time, and all the local stores were practically giving away clothes for this new NFL franchise that no one cared about. Football in Tampa? Seriously? Sundays are for going to the beach. Anyway, my mom, always looking for a deal, bought up every children's shirt they had (probably totaled $25), and I ended up with an entire Tampa Bay Buccaneer wardrobe. Naturally, the whole "fan" thing just evolved.
But, football is in my blood. My grandfather played in the NFL (for one game!). He destroyed his knee in what nowadays could be cured by surgery, and expensive NFL insurance. His glory days were college, though. He was a rock star. A handsome Italian who could have any woman he wanted. He found my grandmother (who was four inches taller than him), and they were married for over sixty years.
With this history, you'd think I'd lean towards sports personalities in my romance novels. Strangely, no. I don't mind reading someone else's sports romance, but I can't ever bring myself to entertain the idea. I'd have plenty of material. I've been around football my whole life. That's probably the problem, though. For me, football is romantic. That is the romance for me. I have cried. I have cheered. And Lord knows, I have toiled (anyone who knows the Buccaneers would understand this). And I have loved. I have loved a team through every adversity.
So, no. No sports romances from me. But, if you ever sit down with me on a Sunday, I'll talk enough to fill a novel...
Any sports romance writers/readers out there? Any closet sports fans?