The Un-Footballing

So, where were we?

Uh...blogging.

And, um yeah, when was that?

Okay, let's see.  The most recent post for this site formerly known as "Taco Bout Hockey" was roughly seven months ago and...not about hockey at all.  Weird.  It was actually about something called foot-ball.  Huh.  Say, that gives me an idea.

It shouldn't.

But it does!

No, please, let's just keep not blogging.  There's a lovely awning over there to sit under.  You can drink beer and pet the dog and continue your slow decent into inane insanity (or insane inanity, whichever is easier).

Well, that does sound lovely, but hear me out, me.  Ahem.  When I was a boy...

Oh jeez, here we go.

Cram it, me.  As I was saying; When I was a kid, I loved football.  Like most good American boys, I played ball with my friends, experiencing the sheer uncomfortableness of trying to wrap your arms around a chum and slowly bring him to the ground (Huh, when you write that out, it just sounds weird).  I also watched all the football our last-century televisions would allow, often skipping out on whatever religious ritual was otherwise stupidly scheduled for a Sunday morning.  No, I won't get into heaven.  But, I can name nearly all of the "Killer B's" from the vaunted Miami defense of the late 80's.  So, I've got that going for me, which is nice.

Is there a point to this?

The point is; As the years have gone on, my interest in football has steeply declined.  Primarily, a burgeoning love of hockey as my winter sport du jour elbowed out the pigskin.  But, more importantly, as that foot-sport has pummeled its way to the top of the collective sports-world consciousness, it has become almost a villainy cartoon of itself.  And I'm not even referring to the scandals and boner-pill ad saturation.  It's a three and a half hour game with three minutes of action followed by a plethora of beefy guys stuffed into ill-fitting suits talking at length about the non-action we just witnessed.  It's an obsession with tons of stuff barely connected to actual football, like fantasy, Madden, and the Cleveland Browns.  It's...

A blog idea.

Yup.

We'll see how long this one lasts.

I know, probably not long.  My ability to focus on something I'm barely interested in may not persist, not surprisingly.  But, I'll try to supplement it with entries about other things beyond just my conscious uncoupling from this un-dynamic sport.  Like tacos! 

Oh, that's original.

 Thanks.  I just feel like making some merry mockery of something richly deserving it.  Is that so wrong?

Not at all.

Good.

At any rate, after this entry, I'm sure we won't hear from you for seven more months.

That's possible.  But I'll try.  Really.  Sound good?

This should go well.