I don’t know much about football, and to tell you the truth I really don’t care. I would rather watch the Bulls play basketball, or watch the Sabres. I suppose my opinion comes from sitting in living rooms, as my dad cheered for the Bills to make a touchdown so that they could finally win a Superbowl.
Even though I know what a hat trick is, I have no idea what a zone read could possibly be. Heck, usually when I hear them doing a commentary and talking about a tight end, I can only visualize how they squeeze those men into those tight pants. Okay, I admit it, I am a girl, who is only interested in watching the guys shake their booties after scoring a touchdown, and getting me some real, and delicious Buffalo wings. Sorry to tell you boys, but the only pass interference I am concerned about is keeping crazy men from hitting on me.
Boy, I guess I always have trouble getting to the point after, spending hours reading so I can complete my homework. I sometimes find myself a little offside, attempting to do things when I am just not ready yet. Maybe I should go out on the water, gliding across the shallow waters on a punt. Or maybe I should just throw the flag, so that I can call a delay of game before I wind up punting my way through my field of life.
I know I have no two minute warning and that I will always have to struggle through all the turbulence that comes my way. So right now I will sit here and spin my chip, carrot, heck even my finger in a bowl of chip dip, as I ponder a way to catch this long bomb, and prove that it doesn’t matter how many hail Mary pass situations I find myself in, I will survive.
So you can drink another beer, and watch to see if the Seahawks win. But I will be reading, and writing my homework.
However; you’d better behave, I may sneak in to watch some commercials in between sentences and make sure that you are not getting into trouble.