During this most recent slew of internet dates I lamented many times about the fact that I can never meet guys that actually like sports in LA. I don't know what it is about this town, but it's like a giant magnet for all men with metrosexual leanings. It makes a "real man" (or what I like to think of as a real man) seem like a needle in a very well-groomed haystack. It's been a problem for me, especially as a woman who genuinely enjoys many of the activities that "real men" are supposed to be fanatic about. At the top of that activities list? Football.
I grew up on football. My parents (yes, The Mother as much as The Father - and maybe more) are big football people. Every weekend during the season when I was growing up was filled with hoots and hollers and howls directed at the TV screen. As kids, The Sister and I dreaded it, knowing that we would be unable to either get our parents' attention or to have any use of the upstairs television on Sundays for months on end. But as I got older, I began to see the appeal. Over the years I began to enjoy it more and more, until I became the fan I am today: someone who loves to watch football and gets so caught up in it that she herself can be heard hooting, hollering and howling at the TV screen.
Sunday was the beginning of what promises to be a fantastically entertaining football season. I have an ever-growing group of football-watching friends and a great local bar (with cheap beer! in Hollywood!) to watch the games at. And best of all - I have the promise of many, many weekends to come being surrounded by droves of "real men".
Now if only the Broncos can keep possession of the ball for more than a minute and a half next game, I'll be set.
Lyrics of the Day
"I wanna try to drink my weight in beer. I wanna be a high school football hero. Wanna score a touchdown so I can score after the game." A.F.I. High School Football Hero
I grew up on football. My parents (yes, The Mother as much as The Father - and maybe more) are big football people. Every weekend during the season when I was growing up was filled with hoots and hollers and howls directed at the TV screen. As kids, The Sister and I dreaded it, knowing that we would be unable to either get our parents' attention or to have any use of the upstairs television on Sundays for months on end. But as I got older, I began to see the appeal. Over the years I began to enjoy it more and more, until I became the fan I am today: someone who loves to watch football and gets so caught up in it that she herself can be heard hooting, hollering and howling at the TV screen.
Sunday was the beginning of what promises to be a fantastically entertaining football season. I have an ever-growing group of football-watching friends and a great local bar (with cheap beer! in Hollywood!) to watch the games at. And best of all - I have the promise of many, many weekends to come being surrounded by droves of "real men".
Now if only the Broncos can keep possession of the ball for more than a minute and a half next game, I'll be set.
Lyrics of the Day
"I wanna try to drink my weight in beer. I wanna be a high school football hero. Wanna score a touchdown so I can score after the game." A.F.I. High School Football Hero
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Ya know something, I was really enjoying your blog, staying in tonight before the pig party day and I have am pretty offended right now. I get to this post and on Sept. 11th all you have to talk about is football? Are you that self centered that you couldn't think of a single thing to say about people like me who were back in NYC mourning?
Although I do often go off-topic and discuss subjects that do not directly relate to my romantic life, I have tried throughout my writings here to avoid pontificating on many subjects: politics being one of the majors. I cannot talk about 9/11 without bringing up a thousand things that make me angry and make me sad and make me wish that I had been born in a different time or place. I also know that many people are offended when people who don't live in NY or who weren't affected directly (and by that I mean people who didn't lose a loved one) do express grief over the events of that day so long after the fact. It's a raw, painful subject that's filled with controversy and that's not what this blog is about.
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