More of this kind of thing could really inspire me to try harder to love football.
I am football illiterate. And like the illiterate people depicted in very special episodes of 80s sitcoms, I feign comprehension so no one will suspect. When I watch football, I cheer or shake my head in disgust along with everyone else. But if you watch me closely, you’ll notice that I’m always a few beats behind the crowd. That’s because football games are just blurs of meaningless images to me.
Still, I am genuinely disappointed that the 49ers lost their playoff game yesterday. Though I may never be able to love football, I will forever love festivities, mayhem, and San Francisco. I wish we could dance together in the streets to this song, San Francisco. Maybe next year.
She wears black and carries a shoulder bag, while he wears exuberant plaids and prefers a rolly suitcase. She came for the art, he for the science. The quintessential dentist odd couple. But it works somehow.