I have to say, I don't understand why some girls don't appreciate football. What's not to love? You have big, beefy guys, in a spandex/lycra mix pant, hot and sweaty. Need I say more? Baseball? B-o-r-i-n-g. You sit there waiting, praying for excitement, if you're lucky, something breaks in the 7th inning. Yawn. When my baby daddy and I lived in Southern Cali, we attended more than I care to admit, Dodger games. The last time I went, I took a few magazines, got my beer and Dodger dog and by the 3rd inning I was ready to hang myself. My dad is a huge Dodger fan, and this particular game was so boring that even my Ex said "let's go." Or I finally won with my continual sighs of boredom and he caught on. We are out of the stadium and all of the sudden the crowd roars. Turns out the Dodgers had a big play and ended up winning that game. My dad was so upset they were losing, until he heard about my leaving and their sudden turn, he banned me from Dodger Stadium. I don't think I ever thanked him for that, so dad "Thank you for not making me suffer anymore."
My friends and I are big football fans. Pro and especially college. My family are Florida Gator fans. I know, I know, those who know us had no clue, we are stealth that way. Everytime my parents come to visit, I fear for our lives. My father's "vehicle" is covered in Gator stuff. And in my town, UGA rules, sooooo you can see my fear. And my dad is not a quiet fan, if you make a comment about the Gators, (he is always wearing a Gator shirt), God help you. He will challenge your comments. The rest of us slowly walk away, not too far, but out of the line of fire. If you aren't a Gator fan, he's ok with it, but he feels sorry for your pathetic team. Again, subtlety. My fam wreaks of it. A lot of my friends don't have inner monologues either, and me? Well, OBVIOUSLY, I don't possess that quality either.
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