I am not a football fan - however, i love, love love the commercials. I also love New Orleans, Bourbon street and
the French Quarter - so, with this illogical logic, I am going for the saints. The guys with the gold pants. Did I mention
I like gold, too? lolol. My husband wants me to watch the plays - he gets all excited about defense and offense. I just want
to know if the guys I like are winning. Then pass me the chips <g>
If we were talking hockey, then I might
be less ADD about watching sports on television. As it is, I have so many other things I 'need' to do that sitting in front
of the television praying for a touchdown seems...well...like I could be doing something else.
Wait. OMG. The
Saints are close to a touch down. My heart's racing, I'm on the edge of the couch. Could the underdog really have
a chance? The crowd is cheering. My husband's biting his nails. The ref calls a time out and there's no score.
2nd
and goal.
a bunch of blue and gold in a heap, and everybody in my house is on the edge. Go saints! Whistles,
couch-coaching. Now, a two minute warning. What the heck does this mean? See, this is why I am not a football
fan. Real time is extended far beyond actual minutes. More commercials - there's a commercial about boxed flowers somehow
equating to prison. Now it's fourth and goal. Still no touchdown. Another commercial - really??? but the thing
is, now I'm suckered in. I want the saints to score! Geez. a Kiss commerical with cherry soda and dwarves. We're back.
Thanking the sponsors. The dudes in blue are done with their time out. The crowd's resumed cheering. The saints
totally messed up, and all the guys in blue are jumping up and down and the saint's fans are all furious.
I gotta go
do some laundry...I don't have the stamina for watching football on television, lol
Blessings!
Traci
