I've never been a huge (or even tiny) football fan. It was one of those sports I couldn't grasp the rules of as a kid, and no one in my house watched it religiously. So I didn't give it much thought, and those of you who know me know I'm a much more-devoted hockey fan.
But I think my horizons are broadening and I'm becoming a more open-minded individual; and my recent acquisition of football "interest" is an indication of that growth.
The gyst of it is, I've been watching NFL football this season. I've latched onto the Green Bay Packers because Doug would kick my butt if I didn't like the team. (I kid, of course.) But even after the Packers game is over, the TV is still on, playing the next game. Granted, it's a beautious thing to watch football in HD, and this is the first year I've had that option. However, I could easily poo-poo the idea of watching football at all, and I haven't done that. Why?
Because I'm finding that it's actually fun to experience something I didn't think twice about before. Perhaps I was a snob and refused to try something different -- the way I thumb my nose at food I don't like. But just as I've built up the gall to eat sushi, I've dived head first into a great American pasttime, and even driven to a divey little bar in east St. Paul to watch the Packers games -- add to that feasting on pizza and beer. Oh my.
I'm enjoying this new concept of "eh, what the hell -- it can't hurt to try it," although you won't catch me eating mayonnaise on anything anytime soon.
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there is a little something to spectacle of it all. and, being a terrible athlete with a great athlete's name, i'm blown away by great athletes of any kind doing what they do (although I prefer baseball and hockey to football for the subtlety of skill involved).
awesome, kate. jodi'll bring the nachos; i'll bring the beer! go packers!
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