Make no mistake about it--I go to Friday night football games in our small town for two reasons, and two reasons alone: 1) I'm the band booster president and I really enjoy watching my two oldest kids play in the marching band and maybe even more importantly 2) SOCIALIZIN'. I mean really, when one looks upon the field and sees 22 men running around, grunting and knocking each other down, what IS there to hold that person's interest? The answer to that question has always eluded me.
And you really have to wonder about a sport where they pull the county ambulance up near the sideline AHEAD OF GAME TIME. Like, what? Are they anticipating an injury?? Why, yes, I believe they are. In fact, although the ambulance didn't get used last weekend, there were two substantial injuries that knocked players out of the game completely. That doesn't even count the leading quarterback who was injured earlier in the week at a PRACTICE. Insanity, I tell you, insanity.
So--seeing how I feel about the whole dealio, you might be surprised to hear that I suggested to my husband that we reinstate television service to our home so that our family could partake in Saturday afternoon...
My husband has only mentioned his homesickness for his beloved Razorbacks a few times in the past month, but it was enough for me to take notice. He doesn't ask for a lot. We're talking about a man who is still wearing glasses from two contact prescriptions ago and hasn't had a new suit in years. When I ask him what he wants for Christmas, he usually names a few inane objects such as socks or cashew peanuts. (And of course, there's always BOOKS.) Easy to please, my man is. So-- while we will still have strict rules regulating TV viewing--I called the Dish people today and a cable guy will be here on Monday. He's even installing a DVR.
Heaven help us.
Wooooooo! PIG! SOUIE!!! Razorbacks!!!!!