Football Blows

I really don't care about football.  At all.  Some sports are semi interesting for me to watch, and certainly going to a baseball game once every ten years is pleasant and food-filled.  But football will never have that hold on me.  First off, it is a slow sport.  They move like ten feet each play.  Secondly, it scares the crap out of me how much alcohol plays a part in its viewing.  I realize this is also true of baseball, but those games are shorter and more interesting, and they don't involve violence.  Football is all about the violence.  I remember, as a Women's Studies major, that there was some statistic about battered wives and how the numbers increased exponentially on Super Bowl Sunday.  Because their husbands' team didn't win.  A game that they themselves weren't even playing caused them to beat up their wives.  So, yeah, I can't get behind that.  I know people whose husbands pay a buttload of money for special cable so they can watch every single game.  When I hear that, I think, did you really choose to spend the rest of your life with the most boring human being on Earth?  Nothing you say to me will change the way I look at football.  And don't you dare say anything about it having to do with my gender.  I have close female friends who follow the game, and I have not once dated a guy who was into football.  There are other things out there to consume people's lives-- MEN'S lives-- besides sports, including music, art, and me (ha!).  I will be so happy when this Sunday is over, and the Bears have beaten the Packers and we can all go back to normal.  You know what sucks the worst?  Soldier Field is right next to all of the great Chicago museums, and Sunday is also the last day of the Henson exhibit at the Museum of Science and Industry.  We really wanted to take Romy one last time before it closes.  But there is no way I'm driving anywhere near those hopped up fans when they leave the game.  I am pretty certain Jim Henson wasn't into football either.