“Football combines two of the worst things in American life. It is violence punctuated by committee meetings.”

A good afternoon to you all! It seems I slept away the morning. Because the clock in my bedroom doesn’t work, I had no idea the time when I finally got out of bed. Fern and Gracie were with me, and they stretched and greeted me before we went downstairs. I got a shock when I saw it was after eleven. My neighbors must have been thinking about calling the rescue squad as my newspapers were still in the driveway. My morning ritual doesn’t change despite the hour so I took my time and read the papers with my coffee and did the crosswords puzzles and the cryptogram before I opened my computer. The sun which greeted me when I finally crawled out of bed is gone now. I guess I missed most of it. Now the sky is filled with clouds which have darkened the day. I have to go out and fill the feeders so I hope it doesn’t rain.

My dance card for the week has dinner with a friend, a doctor’s appointment and breakfast with friends on Friday. I can’t remember the last time it was so filled. One event a week has been the average. I don’t ever count Sunday breakfast as that is a ritual as is Sunday game night with my friends when we do appies and dessert with games in between, mostly Phase 10 and Sorry. Who’d ever think that a game like Sorry would be the source for such language, blue language which hangs in the air over our heads. Sunday is the one day I try never to book anything else. Next Sunday will still be game day, but not our game day. Next Sunday is football and the Patriots.

I always think of my Dad when the Pats are in play-off games. He was an ardent fan who would be thrilled at the success of the Pats. His first allegiance, when I was a kid, had been to the NY Giants but that was before the AFL and the Boston Patriots. He quickly became a Pats fan, but they were the lowly Pats who appeared only once in a championship where they were trounced. My father, though, never gave up. He watched every game from his spot on the couch. I really mean his spot as no one else ever sat there. It was his seat. My dad would jump up and yell and curse at the TV when the Pats fumbled or the other team scored. Most of the time my mother and I sat in the kitchen playing games. My mother never liked sports of any kind so I’d keep her company but I’d periodically check on the game.

If my parents were still with us, I’d go up to their house next Sunday, and we’d all watch the game together, even my mother. She, however, had no inkling as to how the game of football is played. A couple of times she rooted for the other team. We never said anything. She was just trying to be good fan.

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12 Comments on ““Football combines two of the worst things in American life. It is violence punctuated by committee meetings.””

  1. Football…a friend of mine (not a fan) always wonders why they don’t just give them all their own ball so they won’t be fighting over that one…

  2. olof1 Says:

    Cloudy and grey here today with some rain too. But the day started foggy and I had some problems seeing where the borders of the road were 🙂 One or two more warm days here and then the cold from Russia will arrive. I don’t mind the cold as long it doesn’t mean snow too 🙂

    I don’t have a clue when it comes to American Football 🙂 I don’t see the point in it but then again I know most Americans don’t see the point in soccer 🙂 🙂 🙂 I like Rugby though but it’s such a small sport here that we never see it on tv.

    I do love sorry though, or as we call it Fia with a push 🙂 My sister and I can play it for hours and I never tire of it 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • Kat Says:

      It never did rain, and I did get to fill my feeders but I didn’t do anything else the whole of the day. It was the laziest of days.

      I know only the basics in football. I don’t know many of the plays or even what the various positions do. I know enough to enjoy the game, but that’s about it. As for soccer, I also know the basics there but not much else.

      I love that name: Fla with a push!

      Enjoy your evening.

  3. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Wow, you did sleep in. You must have needed the rest.
    My week is full of stuff too; vet, doctor, groomer, weekly knitting group, monthly knitting group. I’ll be pooped. 🙂
    I used to watch Canadian rules football because it was easier to understand but I don’t bother with any of the major sports anymore. My middle brother and my sister-in-law’s whole family are crazy mad for football and hockey. There’s no talking to them when a game is on because they are glued to the tv, yelling and dissecting all plays.
    The sun was out all day up here but it only got to mid 30’s. Rocky and I went to the lake where it was windy and cold but we hung around there for a little while even so. With my foot issues he hasn’t been anywhere exciting for a couple of months. He was a happy dog.
    Enjoy the day.

    • Kat Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I can’t believe how deeply I slept. The last few days have been the up and down stairs and pack up Christmas days so that’s probably why I was so tired.

      Yours is a huge schedule, and here I thought I was busy.

      I watch all the Red Sox, the Pats and some of the Celtics’ games, but I don’t ever watch hockey. I could care less that they now have a season beginning.

      It was warmer here than the 30’s and the snow continued to melt. I heard drips all day. Gracie was in and out all day-her ears were always cold when she came back inside the house.

  4. Bob Says:

    The real draw of the NFL is the controlled violence played out by very large, very fast strong men. Football is like hand to hand combat on a 100 yard battle field. Everyone wants to see the big men kill the guys who play the skill positions like the quarterback who are not so big. George Carlin defined football perfectly in his famous comparison with baseball.

    I was also a New York Giant fan until the Dallas Cowboys came into existence in 1960. I also watched the AFL Dallas Texans, who were moved to Kansas City to become the Chiefs because in those days Dallas was too small to support two teams. The Giants in the 1950s had the first offensive coordinator in Vince Lombardi and the first Defense coordinator in Tom Landry. The story goes that one day at practice the head coach Allie Sherman handed his defensive end the chalk and said, Tom will explain the defense.

    Only one NFL team is not owned by an egotistical bizilionaire like Jerry Jones. The Green Bay Packers are owned by the people of the city of Green Bay Wisconsin. They can never be relocated or sold since the stock can’t be owned by anyone other than a resident of the city.

    When Vince Lombardi was the coach of the Packers in the 1970s he climbed into bed with his wife on a cold January night in Green Bay. She exclaimed, “God your feet are cold” to which he replied, ‘In bed you can call me Vince” 🙂

    The super bowl trophy is named for coach Lombardi. I think that had the Dallas Cowboys had won the infamous NFL championship game of 1967 in Green Bay, refereed to as the ice bowl, the NFL trophy might be called the Landry trophy 🙂

    Go Pats!

    • Kat Says:

      I still hate it when I see a guy still on the ground after a play, and I hope all of the research about concussions and brain injuries will force some changes.

      The Krafts are fairly highly regarded around here. They built the stadium with no public money, unlike some cities forced to pay ludicrous amounts of money to build.

      The last place where I’d want to watch a game is in Green Bay. It is always so freezing.

      Exactly: Go Pats!!

  5. MT C Says:

    My father was an avid Pats fan. He would drive almost three hours to get there in time for the games. He wouldn’t go to every one, but would do his season ticket justice. The worst part for him was trying to get home, until he realized that the Pats were never going to be a winning team and started leaving the stadium early to avoid the traffic jams. It wasn’t long after that when he stopped bothering to buy season tickets. He would go to a few games a year, but not nearly even close to what he was doing. Unfortunately he died before the Pats started winning. I see them in the playoffs now and think too of how much he would have enjoyed going to at least one winning season.

    I too am at the point of sleeping until whenever and not even worry about it. If I am rested and sleep untroubled, then I get up at a decent hour (like 5:30 or 6, am that is) and enjoy the entire day, including my favorite part, sunrise. So, I guess I would say that sleep wise you should just go with what happens, and love it.


    • Kat Says:

      That’s exactly what I think about when I watch them and especially after they won their first Super Bowl. My father would have been thrilled. My mother, not a fan, would have had a party for that game. She was a great hostess and would have watched the game even though football was totally baffling to her.

      I do just that. I go to bed when I’m tired and wake up when I’m not. I find my body likes 8 hours so the later I’m up the later I sleep. When I woke up at 11, I had been up until after 3. It worked out perfectly.

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