Watching football this weekend was fun. I don't have a team anymore, so I'm auditioning new ones. Don't get me wrong, I still have a soft spot for Philip Rivers and I always will. That man should have more than one super bowl ring on his finger. That he doesn't is a travesty. He's a nice guy, and a fantastic player. Love him.
But I digress.
I was watching the Packers and Cowboys, two of the three teams that I'm, "auditioning." What a great game, they duked it out to the last second.
Then Pittsburgh beat KC, and the Steelers are my third possible team. Decisions, decisions...
This is the LaDona version of the bachelor, and tart that I am, I'm kissing all three to see which one I want to give my rose to.
Ok, that's both a grammar fail, and kind of a creepy analogy, but I'm gonna keep riding this train, so hang on for it.
I need a team I can believe in, but I'm a little raw after this last breakup, so I'm making them jump through a few hoops, first. And so far, all are performing admirably. Playing with heart.
I'm a bit of a romantic, so I need to see some dedication here. Don't get me wrong, I don't expect them to feel the same way about me. All these relationships are one-sided, so I have to be sure. I don't want my rose thrown to the ground and stepped on like it was with my ex. That's just crazy talk.
So far, I'm leaning Packers, despite my childhood crush on the Cowboys. Roger Staubach and Tom Landry are long gone...so it's a bit easier to tamp down that bit of nostalgia. But they are still in it. For me anyway, they aren't going any further this season.
I'm digging on the Steelers too, so maybe I just watch this thing play out, keep kissing them and see if someone lights my fire, as it were.
I can only say that it sure as heck ain't gonna be the Patriots. I've hated them since I was a kid, so no kissing, and no roses for them. Plus, Tom Brady gives me the creeps. That would require a walk of shame I absolutely could not tolerate.
LH