in the past, i've had several conversations with my brother which basically consisted of me berating him for liking football. i would tell him that he was secretly gay and liked all the ass slapping and that he must like war if he liked football since it's players are simulating battle and similar horse-poo.
but josh's company took us to a texan's game this weekend. we tailgated before the game and sat in the director's club at the stadium (complete with free food, full bar, cookies and a great view of the field). there were nearly 71,000 people there and the game was very close the whole time. i have a new appreciation for the athletes who seem to have gadget arms to make the catches that they do, but mostly for the fans. yes, they're loud and the ones sitting next to us were drunk and obnoxious but i really liked how everyone screamed "FIRST DOWN!' when the announcer would blare 'AND THAT MAKES A TEXANS...' or when we will rock you came on everyone stomped their feet hard enough to make the entire stadium shake. or how when the texans scored four runners from each corner would run down field carrying gigantic flags, cross eachother, stop on their respective thirty five and wave their flag. then run off the field. those guys probably don't get paid anything to run with flags. they probably just like to.
so the texans beat tennessee 12-13 and i think i finally understand why my brother likes football. it's kind of fun.
i'm debating on whether to have a conversation with him about how he was right.
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