I'm not a football fan. Probably because I don't understand what the hell the players are doing on the field. And because it seems weird for me to worry about people who are making millions of dollars just playing a game. Whenever Sweety or the boys watch a game, I remind them that the same outcome will be had if they don't watch the game. Why not just wait for the news to come on and see who won?
Last night Sweety was watching FSU play somebody and I was so pleased to recognize one of the players when he was named: Ernie Sims. I knew who he was because of Bonanza Jellybean's post where she talked about his red eyes. What a wonderful learning tool this blogging has become!
And while I was dozing off, listening to the game go into overtime and more overtime, I was trying to think of what could happen that would pique my interest in football. And that would be if football games were played by homeless people or bums. The winner would get a house or liquor money. That would be more neat to see than millionaires chasing after a piece of dead animal, in my opinion.