Southern football

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It is still early in the fourth quarter of the Auburn–Tennessee game. I wait patiently for it to be over and the network to run something with a plot in it.

Only on those extremely rare occasions (numbering two, so far) when the Cincinnati Bengals have made it to the Super Bowl have I understood the visceral appeal of football. Extrapolate from there, and you can pretty well guess that I’m bored right now. The football I am watching is also Southern football. I spent 4 years in the South at Vanderbilt (whose football team perennially sucks). (pause for shivering) My parents wanted me schooled in the South so I’d learn to become a lady.

You can quit laughing now!

NB: If your great-grandfather was on the winning side at Gettysburg, do not mention this within earshot of any southerner.

Maybe if I root for both teams to play faster, it will be over faster…

3 thoughts on “Southern football”

  1. “My parents wanted me schooled in the South so I’d learn to become a lady.”

    Just wondering, what do they do in the south that the north doesn’t?

  2. Who knows? The south seems to be the home of a lot of anachronisms, “being a lady” the one that gets to me most.

  3. I am so with you on the subject of football. My husband tried to turn me into a Redskin fan years ago, and almost succeeded. In the early 80s, they were in the Superbowl and it was exciting, etc. But then, all the players seemed to get injured or retired at the same time, and suddenly, I didn’t know the team anymore. I completely lost interest. Didn’t have it in me to get to know names and numbers and positions all over again.

    Now, I also root for it to be over. I wonder how people can watch the same thing, game after game, year after year. It seems so repetitive.

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