Sunday is Today
Sunday is today. Sunday and the ONE day that I try to not work at all (outside of critter care, lawn and garden work, and a fine Sunday dinner, all requiring effort but a different effort than sitting at a desk editing images, writing, researching, ringing, bartering, keeping up with the government’s rules and regulations, etc.).
And naught to view on the tele but football. Sorry, folks, but I absolutely HATE football. Senseless wimpy nonsense, that. The game would be started, played and finished in 30 minutes, natch, if it weren’t for all the breaks the team and coaches take.
“ooh I broke a nail, we have to STOP THE GAME so the coaches can discuss it and those DORKS with the posts can measure how many INCHES I ran before I broke my nail.”
“OMG, I have a wedgie, we have to STOP THE GAME so I can pluck my knickers outta my butt.”
Pantywaists.
I want to instal land mines in the field. Well, maybe not dangerously explosive ones, but loud ones. The occasional geyser stuck in randomly ought to bring a bit of cheer to an otherwise grey game. I can’t knit nor spin when football airs. I just get too annoyed. The funny part of this whine is that The Husband has season tickets for the Buffalo Bills and I plan to attend a game. ONE game. Since I’m considered anti-American due to my distaste, maybe having ONE game under my belt will prevent a lynching. I hope they have sky junk like at Daytona. If there’s sky junk I’m all set. Otherwise I have to sit in the cold and watch the fans get drunk. Nothing like being surrounded by a giant beery belching herd of sports fans.
Ask me sometime what I’d do to liven up baseball, which is a game I rather enjoy as is. Went to a home team game last week which was tremendous fun. In the box, catered with pretty decent non-stadium food (therefore no ptomaine) and all the wine and beer a proper lush could want. ‘Course the home team lost, which they have done every single time I’ve gone to the game.
I have nothing against sports fans, really. Except that they, to a man, refuse to accept my stalwart non-fan position.
I don’t feel one whit compelled to cheer for a specific team. Nope. Whoever is ahead gets MY cheers. Doesn’t matter if it’s home team or THE ENEMY. I like to cheer and will do so at my whim.
Sports my way. Huh. Aincha glad I’m not all over politics?
