Nevertheless, Go Seahawks!
Just sayin’. 😛
Yay! Neither will hockey 🙂
After the destruction of patriarchy, women will have more interesting things to do than play hockey.
Well hockey wouldn’t be my choice. Say, how about curling? 🙂
THE GAME IS IN OVERTIME, ARGH!
This is called multi-tasking. 🙂
Yeah, curling feels a lot more like how I go through life.
Gah. We lost.
Oh well, we played well, and we’d of lost to New Orleans if we’d won anyway.
I’m one of those pro-feminist men Mom warned you about. If it’s a good year I don’t learn who’s in the Superbowl until it’s over.
…something to do with sport….
…big rush of air over stormyhead…
…not understanding… ignoring… hoping the S word will disappear from conversation soon….
The Five Letter S Word. Don’t understand. Sorry!!
I used to have to write sports, shoot sports. Didn’t have a clue. My shining moment was when I was sent out to photograph the prize winning quarterback. Do you, I said to one of the guys three guys in the elevator, know what Studly Hunk looks like? I gotta do some shots of him on the field. Other two guys guffaw. ?? thought I.
I cannot watch football. It is such an excruciatingly painful display of homoerotia in denial that I cannot handle the inverted reality. It is like watching bizarro world and no one else agreeing with me that they are watching bizarro world too.
“Do you see that ghost?”
“No, what ghost, there is no ghost there.”
“There! Right there, standing right there!”
“There is no one here but you and I.”
I agree with stormy: make it stop!! And chasingmoksha, I see the ghost too, don’t worry. Very bizarro. It’s like a little boys’ make-believe that we’re all expected to take oh-so-seriously.
Whenever I’ve been forced to watch men’s sports, I’ve always enjoyed talking about how hot (or not hot) players are and watching people get all uncomfortable. Objectifying men is unseemly, I guess. He he he…
I live in Chicago, so the next few weeks will be a hell of hearing about those silly Bears all over the office. Help. I used to pretend I care, but I don’t even pretend any more.
But don’t mention the WAR! Nobody talks about that. Speaking of which, (and yes, changing the subject) where is River at Baghdad Burning? There’s been no new post for ages. I’m concerned….
Yeah, I hate football too. I just got sucked into all the excitement around this particular game. 😛 I think the observation about suppressed homoerotic feelings is great, chasingmoksha!
roamingaround, River posted recently; I blogged about it right around New Year’s Day.
So, Heart, NOW you hate football? Just ’cause the Bears won? 😉
I hope you didn’t think my “don’t mention the war” was pointed at you, btw! You do blog about the war and I appreciate it. I was talking about my office culture, and that phrase is the silly John Cleese line from Fawlty Towers:
I just find it extremely frustrating that so few Americans seem to be talking about the war. Are we really that shallow and self-absorbed??
Re. Baghdad Burning, I have seen River’s last blog about Saddam’s hanging, but that was two weeks ago. So much has happened in Baghdad since then. But I’m a worrier…
HA! That’s right, roamaround. Since the Bears won, football sucks. 😉
Nah, I didn’t think you were pointing anything my way, I was just using your comment as a jumpoff point to once again link to River at Baghdad Burning. You’re right, though, Amerikans absolutely don’t care enough. Like you, I worry, too, about River, about everybody in Iraq, about the fate of the whole world, given the power George Bush has had and continues to have.
I hate men’s sports, especially football. But growing up in the Bronx and with a father who’s a fan, I have gotten sucked into Yankees excitement at times.
Awww, Heart’s just a closet Seahawk’s sillygirl–LOL–I like watching football, espoecially since they’ve cleaned up the intentional violence of earlier years, just not every game. The Fiesta Bowl was a very good game and couldn’t been done better by Hollywood if they tried. It’s also fun to watch if you think of it as a competition by rival sperms for the prize egg. Up and down, who’s got it, who can keep it and who can make it to the end!! But that’s just me in my stranger moments. 🙂
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