The old pigskin . . .

Ahhh, the old pigskin! America's game! Football is a beautiful thing!

I grew up watching pro ball but have since become a huge fan of college football. These youngsters are playing for opportunity and love of the game, not so much the hopes of turf toe and collecting a bazillion dollar check! (Although I'm certain turf toe is painful!)

This is, seriously, just a game; but folks really put their lives on hold for a day or two a week to root, cheer, and become elite fans of their favorite footballers. Grown men in dresses donning pig noses, pirates, spikes & leather, face painters, and drinking themselves into such stupors as they can hardly remember there was a game. It is an outlet, an opportunity, fun!

For six to seven months each year, college folks hurl themselves at one another; being crushed, crumpled, and critically injured; for the chance to move up to the next level for bigger folks to do the same thing to them. And we cheer and root! Root and cheer! What an odd phenomenon! NFL folk gear up for seemingly weekly bitter rivals and hopes of creating the next great touchdown dance or season-stopping sack!

There are frightening feuds on the field, and amazing deeds off the field. The are breathtaking plays and heart-stopping hits. Folks all across this great nation; grown, hard-working men, hopping up and down in their living room, screaming at the idiot box in hopes that the coach will take their advice. And, in a game of inches and hopes hanging on milliseconds, we live it with them ~ if only briefly. And that is our joy, our inalienable American freedom to do so. Ain't it grand?

Wanna toss it around a bit?