And I do mean, technically, I did this one.
I attempted.
Half-heartedly.
More than once even.
But, alas, and all those other words...
This nearly-thirty-year-old just doesn't do football.
I did learn a few things along the way.
For example, I now know that a down is the same thing as saying a try. As in, 2nd down (out of 4, thank you very much) is the second attempt at securing 10 yards. That brings me to my next piece of pigskin-playing knowledge. I know that the goal is to score 10 yards during your 4 given downs.
That's about it. The teams take turns doing something simple, but calling it something fancy.
And I still don't understand all the positions.
Or how you find the ball on the field. I mean, that thing is tiny and there are so many big men all around it. Why bother? It's like trying to play Where's Waldo but he forgot to wear his stripes.
*sigh*
I even tried to go to a Panthers game when we scored free tickets on Christmas Eve...but the football hater, I mean, good mother in me, won out and I let Mr. 30x30 take three kids with him instead.
| I was not here. But people who share my DNA were. Totally counts. |
So...I did say attempt to appreciate right?
Do I get credit?
I say yes.
1 comment:
Where were you in during all those games in high school? Didn't you have to watch and twirl or something? But, I do agree that it can be hard to change at such an old age. ;)
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