Day 340. A Diehard?

Are you one of those rabid sports fans? You know who I mean. If you’re watching at home, you’re sitting there, on your couch, at the edge of your seat, beer in Clemente Baseballhand. You’re leaning forward, intent on the action. When your team scores, or doesn’t, you’re on your feet, dancing around like a bee just stung you on the butt, hands punching the air, yelling your head off, face flushed almost purple.

Yeah, you.

If you happen to be there in person, at the stadium or in the arena or on the golf course or at the tennis courts or at the finish line you’re just as engaged. Just as vocal. Just as enthusiastic. Just as nuts.

Only in this instance, you’re most likely wearing a T-shirt or a cap with your favourite team’s logo on it. Or your favourite player’s name and number. You might even have your face painted. In addition to clutching a beer or a hot dog or some popcorn, or an ice cream bar you’re also probably madly waving a large foam number or finger or flag or whatever, in the team’s colours, and also sporting their logo.

Yeah, you.

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Day 180. It’s Sacrilege

I’m almost afraid to say this out loud for fear of the repercussions.  But I just feel I must.  Right here, right now, you’re looking (metaphorically speaking, of course) footballat the one human with access to a TV, and cable, who will NOT be watching the Super Bowl this Sunday.

No, your eyes are not playing tricks on you.  I did say I would NOT be watching.  I wanted to make sure you heard me.  Understood me clearly.  Which is why I used all capital letters.

I know it’s unAmerican.  Hell, it’s even unCanadian.  But it is what it is.

What can I say?  I grew up in unusual surroundings.  Ours was a non-football-watching household.  When it comes to sports my parents liked tennis, golf, baseball and basketball.  And hockey playoffs.

(sigh).  I hear you sighing.  Shaking your heads in disbelief.  Even pitying me.  Wishing you’d known sooner, so you could have removed me from that damaging environment.  Before it was too late.  Before it came to this.  I know.  I know.

Thank you.  I appreciate your concern.  But really, there’s no cause for alarm.

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