I Don"t Understand Football.

 

I Don’t Understand Football

I know how the game is played, the rules, the concept, how the game mirrors battlefields, war strategies, brute force, and yes even intelligence—not unlike chess. I’ve played both games with limited success—although as a girl, in football, while I received plenty of welcomed and un-welcomed touches, I was spared the tackles.

Don’t get me wrong, I understand the entertainment value of sports, certainly the sexiness of its players, the money involved, and thrill of it all—yet I open my Yahoo page today to watch a video replay in which a linebacker is hit so hard, that his leg injury will put him out of the game for some time.  He is hauled back to the locker room in mental and physical pain, only to be further humiliated by the opposing team’s fans who threw food at him. Now tell me . . . isn’t this Beyond Cuckoo?

I Don"t Understand Football.