Tonight, the New England Patriots played a preseason game against the New Orleans Saints. The game was a bust 37-27. A loss for the Pats, but a chance to weed out some of the new, inexperienced players, and give some rookies a chance to prove themselves.
I've been around football all of my life. Being from small town Texas, you can't avoid the Friday night games. No one misses them and businesses would schedule their hours so they could close early and ensure a good seat at the game. I must admit that I miss live football. I catch it on t.v., cozied up to a frosted beer mug, but it's not the same.
I always had a soft spot for pro Texas football teams. No one can deny the talent of the Dallas Cowboys in the Troy Aikman days. And Warren Moon of the Oilers was bad ass. I kept my eye on those teams throughout the years, then lost interest in football, and then after dating Rick and becoming obsessed with player stats and what it means to be a fan of such-and-such team. A year ago, I declared myself a New England Patriots fan. Not because they are the winning team, but because there is no star, no egos (the players take pay-cuts to continue playing there) and they have smart players. (yes, football players CAN be smart) Most people tend to stick with the team that they have long supported through thick and thin. That would mean that I would have to stick with Dallas after all of the drugs, Quincy Carter *shudder* and Parcels calling his players "stupid." It's embarrassing to support a team with egos that can't back-up the hype. I tried, but I'm afraid I had to turn my back.
Am I a traitor, or is it that I have based my support of the Pats on more carefully calculated information?
Or do you just not give a rats ass about football?
Just wondering.
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hey, I wish I enjoyed football like I used to. I will go watch B.C. play but I will probably be a nervous wreck worrying he will get hurt.
The best thing about live football -- frito pies.
Hey, Curly, make some chili when the weather cools. Then, you'll have that old football experience.
Or, grab a crockpot and make some of that gooey nacho cheese sauce.
Or, go to a high school game with Rick sometime -- it's inexpensive entertainment.
As for egos, I hate pro-football. And, college football's not much better. It's all about money anymore.
Re: pro-football egos
This is why I like the Patriots. Bellizcek(the coach), fires any players who have big egos. Many players have left because he wouldn't give them ridiculous amounts of money.
I don't really care about football- it's just been an excuse for me to have a party every week. (Remember the WT days)?
I think when people choose to support a pro team, they're really just supporting a franchize, a name. The team you may have supported in 1990 is not the team you support today. Players leave, go to jail, or star in Wheaties commercials.
Please forgive any speling erors.
Re: Wheaties
One Patriot player called "Flutie" had a cereal called "Flutie Flakes." Rick remembers eating them as a child. It must be a Yankee thang.
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