Falling Down Game?

At one time, I loathed Football. I couldn't understand why anyone would willing sit in front of the TV and watch as a bunch of guys threw themselves around the field like rag dolls. In fact, my little brother called it the "Falling Down Game". Risking life/limb? Putting on plastic pads? Jock Strap? For what? Scoring points? Fame?

Fortune. Consider that big paycheck.

Okay, so today I'm a different person. I appreciate (though often times don't fully understand) the game. Seems like there's just too much that causes a player to earn a yellow flag, and there's a lot of players. Those refs must have one hell of a system worked out.

Anyway, Sunday is looking good. We're hosting a big-game party at the house on the big screen. Should be a bunch of fun.

Back to work. No more slacking this morning.

Gregsta'