Not Even Once

While I have been at parties centered around the Stupor Bowel, I cannot say I have ever watched it.

Not even the one time.

The closest I've come was when Janet Jackson flashed the crowd during the half time show and I was on the phone with FuzzyGeff at the time.

So I have continued the long tradition of not watching the Stupor Bowel, and the National Felon League in general.

It's really my dad, who played in high school and watched avidly, who made me apathetic towards football in general.  Often hostile, really.

My dad, and his friends, coupled with the jocks in high school and living in a college town soured me on sportsball in general.  I don't get the allure, I don't grasp the fans.

Yet I really enjoy Hockey.

BUT!

If the local team loses, it doesn't harm me.  If they win, I gain nothing.  I don't structure my life around being able to watch it, though I do make time to watch.

It might be because I was the third string goalie in my sophmore year of high school.

Something I only set out to become because of the two sports rule in Anoka-Hennepin School District and I wanted to do biathlon.  You had to try out for and be accepted for two sports or you didn't get to play any.  You could not be in more than three.  Hockey was short many of the school's jocks because they went out for track, football and basketball.

Biathlon was also unpopular because of the time requirements.  You needed to be able to get to the local range very often in addition to skiing.

I still giggle about signing out my rifle and taking it home on the bus to go shooting over the weekend.

Oddly, I'd become a jock because of being successful at biathlon.

I am sure my bullies noted, after I blacked out and beat the worst one, how good a shot I was and they were an easy shot from where the bus dropped us at school to where they hung out before home-room.

Having a reputation among the bullies for being crazy AND a reputation among the jocks as a wicked shot does have its advantages.