We’re witnessing a very strange phenomenon since moving to Atlanta. I’m actually developing an interest in sports.
…I’ll allow you some time to pick yourselves off the floor….
Better? Good. So before we came to Atlanta, I had almost zero interest in sports of any kind. I thought baseball was “okay”, so much as I could actually understand it. Football was another matter. None of it made any sense. Pass interference? I thought that was the whole point? Knock that dude down.
But ever since my boss took us all to a Braves game, I’ve started to get more and more interested. So much so that I’ve been caught actually watching entire football games. Brenda was at first very worried, and wondered if maybe I had been snatched by aliens and my body replaced by some sort of pod person. I’m still not sure she’s convinced otherwise.
I think this is all because I’d never lived someplace that had its own teams. Granted, I was in a state that had pro football and baseball teams. But they were hours away, so it’s not quite the same as when your own town has baseball, football and hockey teams.
I’m definitely still learning as I go. So much of football still seems obtuse to me. Maybe I can find a ‘Football for Dummies’ book. But I’m getting the hang of it.
If you are doubting any of this, I actually know that a Falcons game starts today at 4:15. How bad is that?