Alright y'all. I grew up in a house full of Barbie playing girly girls. Except for my dad, who of course he is a man, but not a sporty man. Basically, we never watched sports on TV ever, unless it was the Olympics or figure skating. Hence, I know nothing about football. In fact, I can count the number of high school football games I attended on, um, 2 fingers!
Adam, on the other hand, is a manly, sporty man and comes from a sporty family. This means that he knows all things sports. Unfortunately, not much of his sports knowledge has rubbed off on me in the past 4+ years. The Super Bowl is a little bit of a painful annual experience for me. See?
This is football... as I know it.
Big burly men run into each other over and over while they have small towels dangling from their tights like loin cloths. There was also something about breaking the law with illegal formations and contact.
Umm... ya, that is about all I have. I've got nothin'!
I don't know how I have gotten so far in life knowing nothing!!!
Oh well. At least Adam was happy that I was watching the Bowl with him. At least until the 49ers lost.
At least I can cook and feed my husband. It may not be a footBALL, but it is a meatBALL!