American Football
For my non-American friends football is soccer and when I think about it, it makes a lot of sense.
You have a foot. You have a ball. You take that foot and you kick that ball. The next thing you know you’re analyzing the situation and after a moment or two you’re yelling at the top of your lungs – “I invented Football!’
It probably didn’t happen that way but since I’m in the pretending mood I’ll say it did.
An Odd Shaped Thing
Out here in the states we have our own football. The ball is a really weird shape. You do not kick it, you do however tuck it under your arm and you run really fast until a dude and six of his friends pummel you to the ground.
When you try to stand chances are pretty high you’ll forget your name, what team you play for and any chance of spelling CAT will be a pipe dream.
Oh and one more thing: Two minutes later you’ll do it again.
A Typical College Football Town
I live in a football town. It is a college town where the players play for free. They are given scholarships and a dream that someday, if they’re good enough, they will play for pay in the NFL and if that happens millions of dollars awaits.
Our team is known as the Oregon Ducks. Green and yellow everywhere.
I originally came from the state of Washington, home of the Washington Huskies and the Seattle Seahawks. This makes me a Husky fan. It also makes my life a constant danger. You see, out here Oregon fans hate the Huskies therefore all of us Washington transplants must hide our allegiance in our hall closet.
Green and Yellow Galore
Out here there are two types of football fans: Those who love it and those who could care less.
During the fall my neighborhood is littered with yellow and green flags. The cars are decorated with fuzzy thingy’s of equal color. It’s really fun when it rains. They stick everywhere.
Bumper stickers, shirts, hats and lots of happy or sad people are everywhere. Depending of course on the final score.
Sometimes I secretly envy the ones who could care less. When your emotions rely on an 18 to 22 year old chances are there is something clinically wrong with you.
My Heart Belongs in Alabama
I live ten minutes from the stadium but I have never been to a game. Call me cheap or a Saturday couch potato and you are probably right.
But one day, five years ago, a good friend talked me into traveling south to the great state of Alabama where 110,000 football lovers await.
I had such a great time I did it again two years later.
On a side note: I could have done without the constant singing of Sweet Home Alabama from the beginning of the game to the end but that’s another blog post.
We’re a tad weird
Americans are a silly bunch. Our President can cheat on his wife and all is forgiven. Our Government can rob us blind and we slap them on the wrist but if you mess with the game we love you my friend have crossed the line.
For my friends who live far away come on out and enjoy our game. Be sure to plug your ears and get ready to eat a lot and to be on the safe side, root for the home team.
Oh and one more thing: If you come to Oregon be sure to bundle up. We play rain or shine. Usually rain.
Happy Friday Everyone!!!!
Ducks? Little duckies? That’s too cute! 😀
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I’m one of those who could care less… even though I played varsity football in high school… IN TEXAS. During my last visit to my mother’s house, she and my brother spent the entire weekend watching professional and college football… as I guess I did, too…
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You are in the center of it all in Texas. I can see burnout being an issue out there and in the deep south. For many football is all they talk about.
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Sounds a lot like rugby, I have to watch my son play rain or shine. Like you, it’s usually in the rain here in Wales too.
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In many ways our football is a form of rugby. The big difference are the helmets and the pads. Both are rough sports. Hard on the body.
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I know, why can’t my son like something that won’t cause serious injury… like reading. 😂
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I love college football, so fun. The Huskies had a great year. I live in ACC territory, so you know folks around here went bananas after Clemson won. I went to OU, and my daughter went to TCU, so I gotta cheer on those two schools, but I also root for the home teams around here: VT and UVA. And I’ll watch any game played on the Smurf Turf because blue “grass” is just cool!
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One of my best friends is a life time Alabama fan. He’s the one I spoke of when I traveled out there. He’s still in shock. Congrats to Clemson. That was a thumping.
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I lived in Seattle for a few years in the late 70s. Not long enough to become a fan.
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We were almost neighbors. I was born and raised 80 miles north. Love Seattle. You were there during the Don James era.
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I was there 9/78 – 8/81
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This side of the Pond Jim Thorpe would be better known as an Olympic athlete that played football a bit 🙂
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That is correct. I swear that man did it all.
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Your post is so much fun. A great way to describe the game.
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Thank you. It’s a crazy game full of crazy folks but at least we have fun. 🙂
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I am not a football (of either variety) person, but this post still had me laughing out loud. Thank you for making my rainy Saturday morning brighter!!!!
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Anything for you my dear. To answer your question – No, that is not me wearing the flower bra. 🙂
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South AFricans are also crazy about soccer, Bryan. It is a popular sport as you don’t need much to play this game in the way of equipment so all the schools can offer it [even the underprivileged schools]. I find American football to be a bit scary with the injuries but I don’t know that much about it [other than in every book I’ve read that features this sport, someone ends up in a neck brace.]
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Many of us feel American football will not exist in twenty years. It is a collision sport. They are trying to change some rules to make it safer but the body simply wasn’t meant for this kind of play.
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