The Wee Democracy

i hate football.

it is too stress inducing, and for as long as i've watched football (and known what's going on -- which is to say since i was 9 or 10), i've never even gotten close to grasping the concept of the running game. or at least the part where they dive headlong into a pack of beefy gentlemen, thinking that somehow this veritable ton of man-flesh will part like the red-sea.

take, for instance, today's game of the Texas Longhorns vs. the Kansas St. Wildcats. now, the first half, a wild and woolly game of defense spotted with sporadic bits of offense was alright to watch. it's the first half, the game's not close to over, and most of all, texas was leading. so my blood pressure held steady, and things was aight.

the second half, all hell broke loose, and the Longhorns decided that football was a bit overrated and decided to play laurel ball. the K-St. defensive line ran through our offensive line like a kiddy scissor class cut it up for paper dolls. finally, after i had written off the game to retire to my neverending quest for no-good on the internet, Texas re-got their shit together and narrowly won the game.

i hate this rollercoaster crap - i can't take it. i'm a sensitive man! dammit!

god, i love football.



feeling: a twinge conflicted
thinking of: banging those Texas cheerleaders wearing chaps...do you KNOW how hot that is?
song of the day: you shook me all night long - AC/DC