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?
Pat: Yes.
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!
Karen and Gerard says
I like to watch football–it’s exciting because things can change on any play. There is always a chance to score on each play not matter if you have the ball or not. Interceptions and recovering fumbles often can make the difference in a game. I agree with your hubby though–you would get clobbered and badly hurt.
Guys dream of being a pro football player and know what they are getting into since they’ve mostly grown up playing the game. Don’t think they would regret their decision.
Shana Norris says
I’m not a fan of the game. I don’t understand it, which is probably a big part of why I don’t like it.
The food, though, is definitely something to love about football.
Kat M says
I would definitely be in it for the food and the social aspect of it. I wouldn’t fake an interest in the actual game (or anything else) for any man. Don’t feel bad, I wouldn’t last through one play either…..
Teresa says
I just don’t understand football. Not WHY they do it, I mean, I don’tun derstand the game at all. I’ve had my husband attempt to explain it but we both just end of frustrated and give up. I’m glad my husband isn’t a huge fan, but his fave team is the Seahawks! We live in NY but that’s been his fave team since he was a kid for some reason.
Marta says
Totally in it for the hot wings.
Gigi says
I don’t get it and I was a football mom for years!
But I have a feeling that if you or I were put in the middle of game we would rock. Mainly, because we’d be so terrified of being hit that we would run like the wind…and because they’d be afraid to hit a girl. ;-)
Andrea says
I hate football with all the venom of a box full of poisonous snakes. And no stale bag of Tostitos can make up for that.
Tina says
Those professional guys have been trained, day in and day out, to smash their opponent to pieces. Every single day of weight training, every piece of food they put in their mouth, every sip of gatorade…it all goes in furtherance of that ONE goal. They get millions of dollars for that. They are bigger than most people and stronger than most people. If they tackled one of us fragile flowers, it would take days to scrape us off the astroturf. Who wants to deal with that?
Jessica says
I’ll watch it, but it’s not as awesome as hockey. :) And I do like hot wings and nachos!
allison says
This is hysterical. And so honest in so many ways. Love it!