The Serious Fan. Bill Snyder’s work. A lesson from Mark Moseley.
GRIDIRON AFICIONADO
Football’s inner sanctum
KEPT
Sunday Letter · 27 September 2026
No. 003 · Vol. I
Four things. No noise.
01 / From the Desk
There is nothing wrong with watching football simply because you enjoy it. But sometimes a play, a decision, or a passing remark leaves you wanting more than the broadcast has time to give.
Why did the coach trust that call? What did he see that we missed? What happens during the week that makes a team look prepared on Saturday?
Those are good questions. They deserve more than a quick answer before the next commercial.
That is the reader I have in mind when I sit down to write. Not someone who needs to prove how much football he knows. Someone whose curiosity has survived all the football he has already watched.
This week, an essay about that reader, another look at Bill Snyder, and a kicking shoe that brings back a lesson from Mark Moseley. Three ways into the game, with room to stay awhile.
02 / From the Essays
Essays — the long room.
The Serious Fan
You do not need another argument about who won Saturday. You need writing that takes your interest in the game seriously.
“The serious fan was never strange. He was simply unserved.”
(The Serious Fan)
I do not want Gridiron Aficionado to tell you how to be a fan. I want it to give you somewhere to take the questions that outlast the game.
There is pleasure in understanding something you used to overlook. There is pleasure in changing your mind about a coach, a decision, or a way of playing. Good football writing should leave room for both.
That is the standard I want the work here to meet. Not agreement on every point. Not another daily obligation. Something that rewards the attention you choose to give it.
“The Serious Fan” is my argument for the kind of publication I want to make, and the reader I want to make it for
(read the essay).
If that sounds like your kind of football reading, this is a good place to begin.
Mark Moseley, kicking straight on. The shoe brings back a lesson from the summer of 1984.
I wore a high-top Nike Boomer, just like Mark Moseley.
In the summer of 1984, we trained together at Washington’s camp at Dickinson College in Carlisle, Pennsylvania. He taught me how to tape my ankle to secure a stronger hit on the ball. A specific lesson for a specific way of kicking.
Moseley had won the Associated Press NFL MVP award two seasons earlier, making twenty of twenty-one field goals in the strike-shortened 1982 regular season
(Moseley’s career record).
But what I carry from that summer is not the award. It is what he showed me.
I was the last straight-on kicker drafted into the National Football League. We shared a shoe and a way of approaching the ball. That summer, he passed along something he knew about making the contact count.
The square toe is what catches your eye. The lesson is what stays with me.
That belongs in the record, too. Not just who won the award. What he taught another kicker.
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