I think it’s amazing that I can sit in front of the TV and watch nearly the entire Superbowl and not remember actually “seeing” any of it. I only remember the food and hanging out with some of my favorite people (Leggats and Hartles).
But honestly, my eyes just glaze over when sports are on. I don’t get sports like football at all. All I see is a bunch of tidy uniforms moving what looks like two inches and then stopping, then moving again two inches and stopping. Occasionally there are a few “plays” that look like these guys are actually doing something useful, but that’s rare.
However what Wes sees when he watches football is entirely different. He sees something more complicated than chess, more interesting than me (it’s like I don’t exist when there is football to look at), and more exciting than five different kinds of appetizers (again, almost the only I remember from Superbowl . . . .) I don’t know that I’ll ever “get” sports. I might just have to learn to tolerate them.
This is Wes after the Patriots lost. He was crushed. And provided perfect Blogging fodder. What a little baby. We all laughed of course and told Lily to give him a bottle because he needed a “bah bah” to make him feel better.