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Jan. 24th, 2005 04:32 pmIn regards to the replies on my last post: HA. You guys rule. I know funny people.
Tomorrow the owners are visiting the store. Which means best behavior and shirts tucked in. Sigh.
I semi-watched last night's Patriots/Steelers game, which was fun, because here is what I know about football: A guy has the ball. The whistle sounds, or whatever. The guy runs. He gets eight feet and then falls down, because seven large men have jumped on him. The game is stopped. Commercial break. Rinse, lather, repeat as needed. Oh, and every few cycles, everything will come to a screeching halt so that the referee can make a call on some confusing play, one of the teams can challenge, and he can either ignore them or make a completely different call.
Look. The guy HAD the BALL. It was in his arms the whole time. And then he stood up, and he still had it. For heaven's sake. When Jeter took that header into the stands in July and surfaced with the ball in his glove, did anyone go, "OMG it might have touched the seats!!!"? No. Why? BECAUSE HE HAD THE BALL. And NO, I don't like using Jeter to make my point, but yeesh.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND. Since my understanding of sports is filtered through my understanding of baseball, football is just weird (how is one game enough to determine a championship? Is football a little less reliant on mitigating circumstances and luck? Yes, I know that baseball used to do one-game playoffs, and I don't get that either), anyway.
Just imagine how many caps I'd've used if I had more than a casual interest in the proceedings. (My feeling is, since the Red Sox and the Patriots are both based in Boston, I ought to have a certain level of loyalty to the Pats. Remind me never to give a crap about basketball or I'll have to be a Celtics fan too, and I don't think I could stand mispronouncing the word all the time.) I would have to learn all new stuff and freak out about playoffs twice within six months. I think I might just stick with the casual thing after all.
Tomorrow the owners are visiting the store. Which means best behavior and shirts tucked in. Sigh.
I semi-watched last night's Patriots/Steelers game, which was fun, because here is what I know about football: A guy has the ball. The whistle sounds, or whatever. The guy runs. He gets eight feet and then falls down, because seven large men have jumped on him. The game is stopped. Commercial break. Rinse, lather, repeat as needed. Oh, and every few cycles, everything will come to a screeching halt so that the referee can make a call on some confusing play, one of the teams can challenge, and he can either ignore them or make a completely different call.
Look. The guy HAD the BALL. It was in his arms the whole time. And then he stood up, and he still had it. For heaven's sake. When Jeter took that header into the stands in July and surfaced with the ball in his glove, did anyone go, "OMG it might have touched the seats!!!"? No. Why? BECAUSE HE HAD THE BALL. And NO, I don't like using Jeter to make my point, but yeesh.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND. Since my understanding of sports is filtered through my understanding of baseball, football is just weird (how is one game enough to determine a championship? Is football a little less reliant on mitigating circumstances and luck? Yes, I know that baseball used to do one-game playoffs, and I don't get that either), anyway.
Just imagine how many caps I'd've used if I had more than a casual interest in the proceedings. (My feeling is, since the Red Sox and the Patriots are both based in Boston, I ought to have a certain level of loyalty to the Pats. Remind me never to give a crap about basketball or I'll have to be a Celtics fan too, and I don't think I could stand mispronouncing the word all the time.) I would have to learn all new stuff and freak out about playoffs twice within six months. I think I might just stick with the casual thing after all.
