Football is big in Seattle right now because the Seahawks are actually good and nothing brings a city together like a reason to drink and a winning streak. I don’t watch football and for a long time have been convinced that there is no way women enjoy the game. I honestly believed that women who claim to love football were only trying to be attractive to men.
The problem is, some of my very good girlfriends really get into football and I know they don’t care enough about men to fake their interest in the game, so MAYBE I WAS WRONG. It’s possible. I mean, it’s never happened before but maybe this one time.
And at the very worst, what if I was right and women really DON’T like football. Maybe they’re just in it for the hot wings and celebrations and the camaraderie. Where’s the harm in that? Who cares? I love hot wings. Why have I been depriving myself of football and the hot wings?
We had the game on yesterday and I sat there thinking about how those men beat themselves up for a living. I wonder if any of them ice their injuries in the morning and seriously second guess their career choice. “Professional football? What was I thinking…should have been an accountant like my father…”
You would have to get tired of getting tackled by other giant men right? Sometimes I wake up and think about all the cleaning and cooking and household managing I need to do and I just don’t have my act together. I wonder if these players ever wake up and go, “Ughhhh…so NOT in the mood to get tackled todayyyyy…”
Personally, I just can’t imagine how someone might get themselves in shape for the kind of activity that occurs on the football field.
Me: How long do you think I would last out there if I suited up for a game?
Pat: What do you mean…like…playing professional football?
Me: Yeah, like if they were like “we need one housewife to suit up for this game and participate with us today”.
Pat: *insert laughter* Kat…you would pee your pants on the SIDELINES of the game.
Me: Really? You don’t think if I was all suited up like that…I could last a few plays?
Pat: You would be running so scared. *insert Pat doing his best impression of a high pitched woman screaming ‘please don’t hurt me’*.
Me: You think even just one hit would take me out of the game?
Me: Even with the gear?
Pat: Yes. Kat have you ever been hit like that before?
Me: No. But look at them, they just get tackled all day and keep going.
Pat: You would need an ambulance.
I guess I’ll stick to daydreaming about the players personal lives when I watch the game. Which one is the closet accountant? Oh, and the hot wings. Go Hawks!