Football's never made sense to me. I never went to a game in my life. Never watched it on t.v.. I'm totally clueless.
This year my two oldest played flag football.
I still don't really know what the heck they were doing. What positions they played. I just know...that I like it.
When kids are young and they first start playing soccer...it's mind numbing to watch them run around the ball like a swarm of bees. Exceedingly cute. But boring. I'm sure once they gain some talent--it's a lot more fun to watch.
But football, football starts with a plan. Or a play? It involves tricking the other players. Passes. "Interceptions." ( I learned that word from my friend Annie.) It progresses in short little burst of effort and planning.
I obviously have no idea what I'm talking about here. But whatever it is that has made men willing to have knee replacement surgery for decades. I think I get it.
Football is fun.
Flag football, is fantastic, fabulous, freaky, fascinating, facundus, floriferous, forcible, fragrant, frisky, fortuitous, fastidious, and FRAWESOME!
(Okay. Maybe it's not all those things. Maybe I just looked up random "f" words...)
