I love the impact football has on a community. People rally together, become friends with strangers and double-dip without reservation.
What I hate about football, and all sports in general, is that there is a loser. The only thing that I can compare it to is watching a horror film. From the moment it starts, I just want it to finish. For two hours straight, my stomach is in a knots and my intestines are raging. I didn’t think it could get worse, and then I started watching 5th grade basketball. Each game I’m on the edge of my seat counting minutes, hoping a string-bean arm doesn’t snap or a parent’s verbal enthusiasm doesn’t cause a riot. I silently pray that the winning team will quit scoring and the losing team will miraculously improve. I feel sorry for the kids that can’t make a basket, don’t get to play or don’t have a chance in hell to win.
After a killer win (36-12) last game, I couldn’t help but express my feelings to a 10-year-old on the way home:
Me: Ugh..I feel so bad for the losing team
10-year-old: I don’t
And with that, the conversation ended.
Dana Buchman sweater – Goodwill Denver – $3
Coach purse – ARC Thrift – $10
Limited trousers – ARC Thrift – $3.50
Calvin Klein shoes – Mountain Thrift – $3.50
Hat (brand unknown) – Mile High Thrift – $3