Professional football season is coming to a close, and the next week is going to be interesting – which may lead to an even more interesting next month.
Why? Because as you all know, I live in Indianapolis. Our beloved Colts are going to the AFC championship game (the semi-final). We’ll be playing the New England Patriots who have knocked us out in years past. It’s also the team my sister’s husband swears some kind of unnatural allegiance to. You know how most Texans love G.W. and Capital Punishment? That’s an illustration of how much he loves his semi-local team.
Sure, he’s already forced his feelings onto my nephew (and probably my niece who is only a few days old right now), but I’ll wish him and his team the best of luck. In the grand scheme of things, I could care less. It is just a game, and professional sports should only exist as entertainment. Not some life-affirming event.
2 Comments
1 Rikki wrote:
I know you are but what am I?
2 Hungry Hank wrote:
San Dimas High School Football Rules!