My Sad Relationship
Football. Nothing like seeing a football thrown in a tight spiral. That quick little move by a punt returner that leaves the coverage team looking for their shoes. A cornerback that lures a quarterback into a bad decision and dances the other way for the TD. Violent poetry.
So I'm sad to say that I have slowly lost interest. As I grow older I am much quicker to see how it brings out the worst in people. Fans that have long ago forgotten to see a game objectively. Steroids. Violence. Greed. (Way to go Vikings! You bring honor on the sport! Ahem.) Do these things outweigh a few hours of entertainment? More and more, the answer is no.
posted by Todd @ 2:24 PM
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I've tried, Todd. I have really really tried, but I just can't get interested in a football game. I swear I'm not gay! Make the cheerleaders naked and I'm in for the full three hours just to get the camera pans over to the bouncing boobies! But for a football game I just beg..in...t..o..fa..ll asle..
And then maybe wake up in the fourth quarter. Basketball is a little better but then I'm like you and all I can see is the corruption, the thugs.
There is this figurine I keep on my desk of small stone church. For some reason, when I look at it I get great comfort in the "idea" of church. I've sorta made that figurine the representative ideal of what chuch can be. I've always said that when the day comes that I look at it and I start to wonder what sorry sons-a-bitches must attend that church it would be time for me to hang up my vestments.
These days I just try not to look at it. Maybe its that way with the idea of athletics, as well.
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