Don’t start thinking I follow sports; I don’t, not even the NY Knicks, and I love the Knicks (though I do believe basketball is the one sport where you can really appreciate the talent of the athletes). I heard it on Live! with Regis and Smelly this morning. “19 consecutive days of football air this fall.” I’ll be lining up the Tivo with Dr. Phil episodes to combat the insanity.
“Women don’t like football because they don’t understand it.” My father mutters into his paper. He is wrong. You’re all dead wrong.
I used to have season tickets to the New York Giants. I hated going to games, mostly because the food at Giants Stadium is for shite. I mean even the junk food tastes off. Give me some dogs, mustard, and a baseball cap and I’m pretty happy, but football in Jersey? Just kill me now.
Nothing ever happens. “Oh my god!!! Did you see that fcuking pass! Jesus Christ!” Ahem, what happened? Oh, someone threw a ball, and someone actually caught it. Wow. Watching east coast football is nearly as absurd as 19 consecutive days of it.