Here in the United States, there is much excitement, hoopla, and hysteria about a championship football game scheduled to be played in New Orleans tonight (Sunday). One of the teams in the game is from my home state. Will I be watching?
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\nHell no. I do not care for football. I do not know who is on first, what’s on second, or if “I don’t care” is on third. <\/p>\n
Sometimes I feel as if I am the only male in the United States who feels this way. Oh well, chalk it up to genetics. Yep, genetics. My twin brother got all the sports genes when our cells divided. I got the klutz genes instead. <\/p>\n
I got the jeans genes. He got the suit genes. I got the boots genes. He got the dress shoes genes. And so it goes….<\/p>\n
My twin brother was Mr. Jock in high school. Captain of the football team, selected for all-county something-or-other, and played many other sports, too. Me? I was his number one cheerleader (and he was grateful for my support) — but he was annoyed sometimes that he still had to tell me which direction was “good” so if his team were going that way, I should yell more loudly. (This is true; I really never learned anything about football and it was only a few years ago that my fiance finally explained to me that they switch sides at halftime. Honestly, I never realized that.)<\/p>\n
Funny and sad, my twin brother is so excited about this game, he arranged to view it in real time, which where he lives means after midnight (in Italy.) I say this is sad only that I wish my brother and I could switch locations at that time — he could enjoy the game at some super-something party with family and friends during normal hours while I could be sleeping (after midnight, his time.)<\/p>\n
While I have been invited to two super-something parties, I know the invitations were extended out of courtesy so I politely declined to attend. The hosts know very well that I do not care for football and do not want to be in a room with people drinking heavily and yelling at the television (and sometimes each other.)<\/p>\n
My fiance will want to watch the game. He hates it when I sit in a room with him when he is watching something on TV that I do not care for (which is most of everything on TV) … and fall asleep. I think I will read a book. I have a number of good books in Italian that my brother got for me that I want to catch up on.<\/p>\n
Life is short: enjoy the super-whatever. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Here in the United States, there is much excitement, hoopla, and hysteria about a championship football game scheduled to be played in New Orleans tonight (Sunday). One of the teams in the game is from my home state. Will I … Continue reading