Ah, football

I work for a man with a passion for Ducks football – to the extent that our firm maintains the landscape at Autzen Stadium for free. The season for Ken is a feverish mix of season tickets, boisterous tailgate parties and of course, the main event. The GAME. Which hopefully includes jetting off to the playoffs. And even more hopefully, a WIN this year.
My knowledge of football is limited. I dated a guy in high school nicknamed “Tasmanian Devil” for his prowess on the field – hey that counts because I sat in the bleachers and pretended to watch. I am partial to the term “tight end” (position) just because of the image it conjures up in my bawdy mind. And of course, the actual football is a funny, oblong pigskin ball. Oh and you get seven points for something.
Ken invited me to the Oregon:Washington State.
“Thank you for thinking of me. But no. I don’t like football.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I really hate football.”
Big stare, long pause, funny look. This was clearly so out of his realm of the possible.
“Than how are you going to get into heaven?”
“Guess I’m not.”
My knowledge of football is limited. I dated a guy in high school nicknamed “Tasmanian Devil” for his prowess on the field – hey that counts because I sat in the bleachers and pretended to watch. I am partial to the term “tight end” (position) just because of the image it conjures up in my bawdy mind. And of course, the actual football is a funny, oblong pigskin ball. Oh and you get seven points for something.
Ken invited me to the Oregon:Washington State.
“Thank you for thinking of me. But no. I don’t like football.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I really hate football.”
Big stare, long pause, funny look. This was clearly so out of his realm of the possible.
“Than how are you going to get into heaven?”
“Guess I’m not.”
Comments
I understand your feelings about football; it is not always easy to watch. Half the time I can't find who is carrying the ball.