Football - Thumbs Down...
09/18/2007
After this one I will probably lose a few of the guys that read my blog. I know I should not do this, but I feel compelled to tell the Truth. The truth will set you free, right? Okay, the truth is, I am already tired of football. Two weeks into the season, I have seen enough.
The Nancy is a huge West Virginia University fan. She should be. She is a WV native, and attended WVU for a couple of years. I am a huge WVU tailgate party fan. I love to see them win, but don’t necessarily need to watch every play of every game, or every play of any game. That statement, once read by my bride of the decade, will get me in a little hot water. What I have said is a sacrilege, a blasphemy – I should be drawn and quartered. Not love football? What the hell is up with that? What kind of man am I?
Nothing makes me wonder more about the sanity and mental health of some people then to see some goofball spectators at a football game shirtless and completely covered in makeup of the same colors of their special team. How about those whackos who dress up in costumes? You’ve seen them: Indians and guys with pig snouts in Washington, or Cheese Heads in Green Bay, or the real nut cases in Oakland where they dress like bad asses out of some thriller movie – kind of like macabre bikers and such. Double what the hell is up with that? These people cannot be right in the head, and you see this stuff at all levels of the sport. Maybe it’s me, but I just don’t get it.
So here we are a mere two weeks into the season and I have had enough. Football overload is already here. My choices are very limited inasmuch as The Nancy, the world’s biggest football nut, lives in with me. This time of the year Saturdays and Sundays at our humble adobe are all about football. It doesn’t matter what teams are playing, just as long as they are playing. The Nancy can watch three, four games on a Saturday, and does.
This past Saturday while The Nancy was working, I got to sit in my favorite chair in my favorite room and listen to my soothing New Age music and stare out the window and enjoy my world - Nirvana. After The Nancy got home, we ate our dinner and a little while later the TV came on and we got to enjoy USC beat up on Nebraska. Whoopee! It was nice to watch for a quarter or two, but at halftime I had had enough. I went to bed.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy an occasional game. I really do. I just don’t enjoy every game. I need to be connected to it to enjoy it. We had the Ravens versus the New York Jets game on Sunday. The Nancy was not watching it, nor was I. She was busy with the Washington Post crossword, but I dare not attempt to change the channel. My life is worth more to me than that. Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned…or something along those lines.
And that is all I have to say about that…