I just hope it's a good game, that the officials don't get too involved, and that nobody gets hurt.
I just hate to see those young men getting hauled off the field on a cart, tears streaming down their cheeks, appendages bent in unnatural ways, bruised and concussed, the wind and the spirit knocked out of them.
I also hope that the air conditioning is turned way up. I am not comfortable with too many visible sweat stains. It forces me to imagine whats under the stain, knashed, knarly wads of pubic hair, crushed between chaffing folds of fat layered skin. It's hard to enjoy my homemade guacamole with thoughts like that in my head.
Then of course, assuming it's artificial turf, where does all the spittle go? I mean when you spit on grass, it can ooze down into the dirt, and seep down beyond reasonable access. But with plastic grass, the spit must just hang around, waiting for someone to fall on it, soaking into the uniforms and comingling with the sweat. That's just gross.
Here's something else Pam Oliver never talks about. What about the body odor, and flatulence? I can't even imagine what it must smell like on the line in the 4th quarter. Not to mention overtime. Do you think they shower during half time? Or put on a fresh uniform?
I used to see the band Crime at Mabuhay Gardens in San Francisco in the early 80's. Franky fix would get gobs of spit on his face, and not wipe it clean. Even after leaving the stage for an encore, her would return with all the spit in place. Do you think football players are the same way?
Do you think they have metal detectors at the players entrance?
Well, Go Saints! Enjoy the game folks.
JBY
(Message edited by jbybj on February 06, 2010)
