GO AHEAD, CHARLIE BROWN
Most of you
undoubtedly know that the Seattle Seahawks are playing an Important game this
weekend. And even though I live here,
most of you, who live elsewhere, know more about the Seahawks than I do.
I’m often amazed
by the inability of sports fans to comprehend my indifference. My own father, who has known me for 40 years,
suggested that I must now regret my lifelong disinterest in the game. My response: What game?
The kids at
Tigger’s school were all abuzz about the Seahawks’ chances to win the pennant
or whatever it is they win this year.
When Tigger confessed her ignorance of this impending momentous event,
explaining that no sports fans lived in our house, the boys taunted her. They had never imagined such perversity could
exist in their community.
Before I agreed to
marry Technogeek, I made him sign a contract stating that he would never watch
televised sporting events. I made an
exception for the local hydroplane races, but he’s not allowed the shout at the
screen. I often line my rabbit’s cage
with the current sports page, as no one wants to read it anyway.
Today’s front page
contains a dire warning: the police will be out in force this weekend and will
ticket, arrest, or possibly clobber anyone who shows up in a downtown bar
sporting anything but Seahawk colors.
So, if the
Seahawks go to the Superbowl, we may have a party at our house. We will offer guests good food, good booze,
and amusing conversation. But the tv
will be off.
EDIT: Lest you think I deprived my poor husband of his manly right to obsess, see his new post.