G’morning 24/680 People – and welcome to a new week.
We’re doing some broken field running through the stock market this morning as they take a bit of a hit but we know the more sports-minded among us are still recovering from a weekend of nail-biting contests on the gridiron and in hoops arenas. Local teams fared well – to the unending pleasure of family members rooting from earthly and heavenly grandstands, and there’s a lot of digital chatter going on about certain vanquished quarterbacks and stuff – some of which we understand, most of which we don’t.
We played some sports, never really well, and moved on to other interests fairly early on, preferring Sir David Lean movie parties to Sunday gatherings in front of the Big Screen cheering on big, sweaty dudes we really knew nothing about. Being essentially social beings we would accept invites to Game Day Parties and would fake our way through the inevitable chatter about assists, and PATs, and ERAs amidst a living room filled with team jerseys until we showed our true colors and referred to a team that hadn’t been around for a decade or so. That’s when we felt the familiar pang of an “oh oh” moment, sensing burly people at the rear of the room nudging one another and pointing at us with a guac-tipped potato chip, muttering “Jesus God, who invited those guys?”
Hence our “Quiet Exit” move, slipping out the back door and catching a matinee showing of a restored “Lawrence of Arabia” or something while folks wearing foam rubber cheese wedges on their heads or waving “We’re Number One!” fingers paraded in the streets outside.
We totally get it and know better than to get in the way of someone’s interest/support of a specific team or sport, realizing what “fan” is short for and that many of these folks work out a great deal more than we do. Plus, who does it hurt? Perhaps on the odd occasion when celebrants go nuts and start turtling cars or scaling downtown lamp posts during significant post-season wins, but for the most part it’s a harmless pastime – just don’t hold our lack of interest against us.
In the meantime it’s Go Warr-Niners and congrats to all members of the winning squads and those who bet on them. Interested readers are perfectly welcome to post their sentiments about Mahomes and Allen and the NFL Overtime Rules (we have absolutely no idea what we just said in there but it made us smile) in the comments section.
Now, if we can just find “Lawrence of Arabia” on NetFlix.