Football Season
It seems likely that there might be households where autumn weekend afternoons are not entirely taken up with football. However, here in the Heron Clan, once we've made it through the inevitable disappointments that come with the realities that set in as our Cincinnati Reds drag us through yet another dreary summer of barely so-so baseball (which can, BTW, be listened to on the radio while enjoying the delights of the patio and the pond), and kind of bumbled through the football pre-season which really doesn't mean anything much anyway, there comes that glorious day when REAL FOOTBALL starts. "Real" football, incidentally, is played here in the great Midwest, at both the college level (Ohio State), and by the heretofore hapless Cincinnati Bengals, with their (no way around it) silly tiger costumes (errrr I mean uniforms, Sir).Suffice it to say that once 1:00 in the afternoon rolls around on Sunday, there is nothing much going on around here that does not include appropriate football oriented snack food, and yelling and cheering and shouting at the television as great hulking fellows chase the football up and down the gridiron while trying to squash each other.
Except that, of course, there is a significant modification to the "rules" of football here...
Master paddles for points scored. Any and all points scored. By anybody. Using that Hanson Paddle Werks paddle you see pictured up top there... and yes, sports fans, it is every bit as wicked as you are thinking it is.
I get to ask for my paddling(s) at any point during the game. Whenever I choose. The only trick is that if I haven't redeemed all the paddle strokes for all the points scored by the end of the game, any remaining points -- double.
The score for Sunday's game between the Bengals and the Chicago Bears -- 24 -7. Cincinnati won. In case you were wondering.
He actually let me off easy. I'd had a pretty good session early in the morning, and we had 30 points to make up from a game earlier in the season -- so... He forgave the last two touchdowns. It is early in the season.
swan
posted by Sue @ 4:38 PM
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4 Comments:
Actually, minionette, Master's son is a very fine soccer player and we see many of his games too. Soccer scores are much lower, 'tis true.
swan
yeah, jewels, I don't think there's any limit to the creativity of the man, and then I'd have to sit through opera on top of it... erk!
swan
Hi swan, get Tom to watch British football, not quite so much squashing, and much lower scores. LOL. :-)
Hugs.
Paul
Swan used to be kind of a luke warm football fan. It was obvious she understood the game, and I knew she had attended Denver Broncos games, but she really wasn't fully into the spirit of the sport. At times she seemed to just really not pay all that much attention even during important games.
Now she is one of football's most avid followers. She has an absolute tension about each play that is gratifying for a football nut like me to observe. She is particualry reactive each time there is yet another score.
If there are others of you out there with a prtner or spouse who is having a tough time getting really interested in football, you really should try this approach. The effcts are miraculous and there is absolutely nothing "luke warm" about the results (unless there is a very low scoring game.)
All the best:)
Tom
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