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And Yes, a Flag is on the Field...

When I was home over break, my dad gave me a requested crash course on football. I've always enjoyed watching the game, but I've never understood exactly what was going on. I liked the atmosphere, cheering for whatever team and listening to the commentators speaking in some exotic dialect involving blitzes and field goals and tight ends (ooh). If I wanted to join in the conversation during a football game, I was relegated to expressing my very authoritative views on the color combinations of the uniforms (I really enjoy Carolina's light blue...isn't it soothing?). Finally, tired of sounding like an ignorant fool ("How come it was just fourth down and now it's first down again? What, football players can't count?") I asked my dad to help me. Being the law professor that he is, he supplemented the explanation with diagrams, explaining defensive and offensive positions and various types of plays. He explained that there can be an infinite number of first downs within the time limits. He explained why and when the team would punt. He explained a few of the penalties. I was thinking about all of the intelligent things I could say the next time I watched a football game with J. Those thoughts then led me to ask my dad the following question: "So, dad...when there's a certain play and then the announcers say something about it, do you usually find that you've thought or said that exact thing? Because J does that a lot. He always says stuff right before the announcers." It basically sounded like I was saying, "Isn't that just amazing and brilliant?!" My dad was like, "Um...yes. I do that sometimes." I think he might have been troubled by my arguably misplaced awe.

Quote of the Day:

"I don't get Paris Hilton. She has the body of a surface to air missile and the posture of linguini." - my friend Steve

Never in a million years could I have come up with a such a brilliant description.

posted by Bekah at 1:48 PM :: |