“I love you with all my butt. I would say heart, but my butt’s bigger. <3”
I could probably recount every football game I’ve ever watched and bore myself silly doing it. I went to a few games in high school and college, but shrug. I went to a pro game last year. There was a rainbow and I took a neat photo with a faux tilt-shift effect of the little players on the field. Such is the level of my interest in the playing of the game.
And yet, it was a weekend rife with the stuff.
On Saturday, we watched the Oscar-winning documentary film, Undefeated, about a Memphis high school team with a chance to be winners after decades of suckitude. Amy posted about it last week and as she is a benchmark of fantastic in my ledger, I wanted to give it a go. It was crazy compelling and interesting to see this underdog storyline with the motivational coach without all of the spit and polish that you’d see in a regular movie version. The David and I both got really wrapped up in it.
And then, as if that wasn’t enough footballism, we went to a Super Bowl party on Sunday. I’ve done that once before and had been promised that people don’t really watch the game; it’s just a party. But that dude was just trying to woo my Jessica and that promise was a lie. People watch the Super Bowl and they don’t stop until it is over.
I don’t know if it was because there was a San Francisco team involved or because we were plopped on a couch front and center, but I actually really got in to yesterday’s game. I did some hooting and some hollering and was quite disappointed that the 49’ers didn’t win after all that hopeful comebacking.
I think I actually liked it. I feel weird now.