The big day is here:
The Super Bowl.
Today’s gladiators
will fight (not to the death), but to the tunes of colliding tendons and bones,
and the abundant rattling of mantled craniums.
Why do so many of us
love to watch football?
We certainly don’t
watch because we want to see these gladiators get injured.
Getting hurt just
comes with the territory.
Maybe women tune in
to watch the padded and unpadded areas of the players:
“Ooh, nice butt. Wow, look at those legs!”
Commentators should
talk less.
Just call the damn
game!
I miss John Madden.
He didn’t go on and
on about statistics, but stayed focused on the live action, and gave humorous
and concise one-liners.
I like the finesse
of the running and passing.
The one hand catches
by receivers!
The flying vaults to
get touchdowns and first downs!
Perhaps forgotten
and not given enough credit are the actions of the linemen.
The sounds of the
tumult which emanate from their grunts, groans, and growls should be amplified
to force spectators to appreciate their arduous labors.
If getting there is
half the fun, then arriving is the pinnacle of the spectacle.
Touchdown!
And then the
roars---not of lions---but of spectators who are watching the lion hearts!
Everyone enjoy!
IT’S ABOUT RENEWABLE
RESOURCES!
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