18.9.08

F is for football.

I used to be the girl who stood from opening kick-off to the final whistle, screaming myself so hoarse I'd have no voice for the next week. I used to believe in every fake field goal, every fourth-down push, every onside kick and Hail Mary. I used to be the girl who believed in miracles. But somewhere along the way I realized that every game is lost before it's even started, that one-possession deficits are insurmountable. And it's all your fault.

7 comments:

  1. mysterygirl!September 18, 2008 at 10:05 AM

    Someone wise once said, "the only way to win is not to play." And that person? Was whoever wrote War Games.

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  2. katSeptember 18, 2008 at 10:07 AM

    oh matthew broderick. le sigh.

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  3. JennieSeptember 18, 2008 at 11:06 AM

    I LOVE THAT MOVIE.

    Ahem.

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  4. AnonymousSeptember 18, 2008 at 11:51 AM

    Show me the man who killed your love for football and I'll gladly hurt him.

    Hurt him bad.

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  5. eclecticSeptember 18, 2008 at 1:53 PM

    Sir, it wasn't a man... it was the Miami Dolphins. Every week, they wound and scar her, and every week I feel the teesiest bit guilty for not liking the Dolphins, on account of I know how much Kat loves them.

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  6. AnonymousSeptember 18, 2008 at 8:54 PM

    I'm a Browns fan, so I, too, know pain.

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  7. mattSeptember 18, 2008 at 9:58 PM

    Packer falls, however, are a glorious thing. Even makes up for the annual Brewer collapse...

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