It's impossible to get away from football these days. Am I the only person in the world who doesn't get excited about playoffs and super bowls?
I loved football when I was in high school. I attended every game, even the ones in places like Longwood and William Floyd. I knew all the players, all the cheerleaders, and who was injured or being disciplined. I knew them by their numbers and I new them by their names. So its not as though I don't understand the game, because I do. I know how its played, I understand the terminology, and I appreciate a great pass or run as much as the next person. But I just can't get into the whole professional football craze.
To me, there's something silly about thirty-year-old men in shoulder pads and helmets crashing into each other and causing injuries to the most vital of all things in our bodies - our necks and our legs. I love watching a wonderful touchdown run of 30 yards, skilled athletes dodging and darting around a field of opponents. I even love to see a great kicker accomplish a 40 yard field goal to win a close game. But the tackling? Nope. Hate it. Brutal, senseless, and damaging. I just can't handle it.
And then there is the sight of all those grown men in those silly tight pants and high socks. Weird...