go, crows

Well, this is a first. I’ve got a football game on the TV as I write. Granted, I don’t actually have the sound of the game on, but still, I have the picture on and I’m even glancing over at it from time to time. Since I have the sophistication of an eight year old, I’m finding it unbearably nifty that this game is going on just over the hill from us, and it’s ALSO in my livingroom!  I could probably hear the shrieking from the stadium if I opened the deck door. Which I’m not doing – it’s very cold and I don’t want any cats dashing out into the night. And if I wanted to hear shrieking, I’d turn the sound on.

But yeah, it’s a Big Game. Which we’re apparently about to win – it’s 35 to 42 right now, with 1 minute 22 seconds left. Well, I guess that’s what’s left – surely that’s not till halftime. Does football have halftime?? The score thingy also says third and something. I never can remember if football has halves or quarters. Or maybe it’s quadrillions. Oh, now it says first and ….ten?? It’s gone again. Obviously, I know exactly nothing about football. There’s William Shatner, though! Oh, wait -this must be one of those things called "commercials".

I can’t believe I actually give a flip about a football game. Or a partial flip, anyhow.

What I really give a flip about is that this is the LAST damned football game, because even if they win they’re going to Tennessee for the next – and very last – one. And taking all the traffic with them! Or, at least the football-related traffic.

This is a very weird time for a football game – I’ve never known one to be any day other than Saturday, and here’s this one on a Friday night. Right in the middle of exams, so there was a pretty major Parking Situation going on this afternoon. In fact, we got an email from the chancellor yesterday telling us that we could all leave at 3:00 today. If it was okay with our supervisors. And we’d have to take vacation time, of course. We’re all like, "Wooohooo!!!! We’re leaving at three!!!!!!!!!!  It’s like….. ummmmmmmmm…. well, any day of the week that our supervisor tells us we can leave at three and take two hours vacation time!! Yippie!!!!!!! Thank you Mr. Chancellor!!!"

I left at 5 because everyone else left at 3 so it was nice and quiet. And frankly I was a little annoyed at being asked to take vacation time so some tailgating football yahoo could have my parking space.

Wait – now it’s 14:something up there – I thought this thing was, like, over. Guess not. See, this is why I’ve always hated football. ONE of the reasons I’ve always hated football. It started at 8 and it’s nearly 11, and there’s still 15 minutes left which in Footballese means five hours or so. But hey, we’re still winning.  And our guys – I know they’re our guys because they are wearing black and don’t have creepy gigantic spiders on their helmets – are hopping up and down like a gaggle of 12 year old girls at a Hannah Montanna concert, so I think we just got another touchdown.

Why are some of the guys on the other team wearing fanny packs? That’s kind of weird. What do you need to carry with you out on the football field? Well, I know what I’d need to carry – a pen, my camera, some lipstick, my cellphone, something to write on, sunglasses, reading glasses, my iPod, quarters for a paper, my grocery list … oh, I’d have all sorts of stuff, but that’s just me. And yes, the other team, the fanny-pack-guys, are the Spiders. Before he gave up and went to bed (he cares more than I do about football, but not all that much more) Baker B kept shrieking, "Pull off their legs!! PULL OFF THEIR LEGS!!!!"

At least they’re not the Fighting Blue Hens. Like some college teams I could name. Where Baker B’s niece went to school.

Wow, now it’s 55 – 35 – and look, there’s the chancellor! Hahaha, didn’t get MY parking space, did you!  Yeah, I hung onto mine till FIVE! And the fifteen minute drive home via the post office took me over half an hour due to Horrendo!Traffic, but it was worth it to stand up for my principles!!!

I actually took an extra hour at lunch to take the kittens to the vet for their shots and I’m taking off Monday too to go with my mother to her Memory Doctor Appointment, which was my REAL reason for not leaving early – but he doesn’t need to know that.

I can not believe I just wrote an entire entry about football.