Chips. That’s the best part of football.
I love any excuse for a gathering with friends, food being only part of the excitement.
Except football. For me, that’s all there is.
Baseball and hockey – now are two sports I get behind. There’s seriously nothing better than sitting in the bleachers or arena, beer in hand, nachos (with jalapenos, of course) on lap.
I get the appeal of football. The strategy and the testosterone. I get men like to hit and tackle each other. I mean, when I’m supervising grade school-age kids at recess there isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t witness boys wrestling with one another. And it’s rarely if ever bullying – boys just have it in them to get into scuffles.
However, I’ve never taken the time, in all my 50 years, to really learn the rules of football. I’ve been to a few professional games (and man were they FUN) and of course attended all of my high school ones – more to watch all the guys on the field (who of course didn’t even know my name). I even learned how to throw a perfect spiral, thanks to my brother who played.
Still, I fully understand the hype.
Yes, I believe one can appreciate something without completely buying into it.
I mean, I support it infinitely more than that other thing the rest of the world calls football – soccer, is it?
After all, football is American. North American. Specifically, United States of America(n).
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