About Football...and Other Sports.

My friend sent a group text about getting together to watch the Super Bowl.  Yeah, sure, I like being social so I’ll be there.  Also, Lady Gaga is performing.  I don’t get football or peoples fascination with it.  Most other sports I get, and I’m at least intrigued enough to sit through them.  Not the case with football.  When I was kid the coaches in elementary school tried to recruit me to play.  They suggested it to my dad at this awards dinner we were at.  One of those awards dinner where every kid gets a trophy regardless.  I still laugh at this, because I was so fucking awful at basketball, but like I kept playing for like three years.  I mean, I was really fucking awful.  I imagine if those games were taped they would be hilarious to watch now!  I would just shuffle around just enough to make it appear I was engaged.  I fucking hated it and had zero interest.  I kept playing because afterwards my dad would take me to White Castle and let me order mozzarella sticks.  Seriously.  I think I remember even getting nailed by the ball once because I was zoned out completely.  One time, I had this really great rebound and turned right around and shot a lay-up and got that basketball right in that net.  I remember on that car ride home thinking, ‘Wow, I’m probably really great at this and didn’t know it… maybe I’ll play for the NBA one day.’  Nope… that was definitely a one off. 

Anyway, back to where this started… they tried to recruit me for football and my mom was pretty much like, ‘he’ll get injured and die …no way!’  And I was pretty much like, ‘Yeah mom’s right it’s too dangerous we should listen to her.’  Needless to say we never talked about football again.  In high school, like at most high schools, it was a big deal.  I didn’t only hate football, and going to the games, I hated the rally too.  It all was so obnoxious to me.  I think I went to one game, stayed for like a minute, and then left and drove around the South Side of Chicago listening to Green Day or some shit.  I was not having any of it.  Needless to say, my hatred of football started pretty early on in life.  To this day I cannot tell you the last time I sat through a whole game.  When I was younger my dad would take me to this Super Bowl party that my uncle threw.  My parents never made me do anything I didn’t want to, honestly, they’re saints like that.  So, this is really all self-inflicted.  I would go to the party though because there was unlimited pizza, I got to stay up late, and hang out with my dad.  He would also let me help him pick squares and gamble, and I like those things.  In fact, one time in high school I bet 10 bucks on one of those squares, and wouldn’t you know I fucking won.  Like 150 dollars which was a lot to kid in high school.  I had no clue.  My acting career started in high school when I pretended like I knew all along I had won.  No idea. 

I’m going to go watch this game on Sunday, but let’s be honest, I’m going to sit around and gab with whichever friends are also interested in ignoring the game.  I’ll stop to watch Lady Gaga hoping she makes some sort of statement about Trump.  She probably won’t.  Honestly, I’m struggling to remember who is even playing.  I’m also struggling to understand why tickets are so expensive.  Not just to the Super Bowl, but games in general.  I imagine its cause there aren’t many games throughout the year.  I started writing a blog about Trump, but it was depressing me… so I wrote this instead and I’m happy I did.  This was way more fun.  Also, does any one really care about the commercials any more?  If they’re good I’ll stop to watch those too I suppose…. Go sports #merica’