Last week was an absolute disaster for the computer. Although I wasn't as nervous about it as I usually am, the Eagles continued to suck, and Vegas continued to overvalue them (seriously, making them three point favorites against an undefeated team? What the hell is
I’ve tried to like it, I really have. I tried to like it when I was in elementary school and everyone I knew was going apeshit because the Bengals were in the Super Bowl. During the big game, at a party at my uncle’s house, I sat in the corner with a book and my Walkman while my family watched the Bengals lose. All I really got out of the whole thing was knowing about the Ickey Shuffle.
I tried to like it in high school, attending our school’s football games almost every Friday night. I would follow the action for about ten minutes before I got bored and started walking around the stadium, gossiping with my friends and trying to find out who was smoking and making out under the bleachers.
I tried to like it in college when I dated a guy who was a huge Bengals fan, but after watching two games I couldn’t even be bothered to pretend to care. And I tried again a few years ago when a guy I liked wanted me to watch college football with him. I even let him explain the game to me, though I knew what was going on. When I eventually realized he was more interested in watching football than hanging out with me, I was officially done — football gets no more chances from me. Is that fair? Maybe not.
I don’t dislike football because I’m some stereotypical woman who isn’t into sports, though. I actually like a lot of sports — just not this one. I’ve never found it entertaining, and it’s never held my interest. Come to think of it, I feel that way about a lot of team sports, though I do enjoy a hockey game now and then. Truth be told, a big reason why I don’t enjoy most team sports is the fans: a lot of them are obnoxious as hell and take all the fun out of it. But I digress.