It’s a well-known fact that I don’t “do” sports. I never have, yes, I jump on the bandwagon if the Canucks make it all the way to the play-offs, more out of a sense of patriotic obligation than any real appreciation of the game itself.
While I am perfectly at home at an actual tailgate party, you probably would never catch me paying any attention to whatever game was actually being played…
Anyone who knows me at all knows that sitting through a football game for me? Form of punishment. I simply do not see the appeal! I mean, they run around, they attack each other, then one of them dances…
Okay I know I’m over-simplifying.
Every year the ship hosts a Super Bowl party, every year I dodge it like a slippery little fish dodging the hook. I always manage to miraculously be working the library shift all day…
Except today I got drafted into handing out raffle tickets at the door, and about half way through doing this I tiptoed up to the DJ who was organizing the whole thing and said in the lowest voice possible
Er…Stephens…we don’t actually have to go to the game do we?
Oh yeah, we’re here for the game…
But…but I hate football!
You still gotta be here, make an appearance…
What about lunch?
Grab something from the snack bar…
I’m not getting out of this am I?
Nope…
At least the food was good! Just….don’t ask me what the score was…or even who was playing! Seattle I think? Vrs…Colorado?
There’s a reason I stick to my books!