Don’t give a rodent’s posterior portion for football? Then join me!

Heaven Can Wait

Now, don’t get me wrong. I have two big brothers who taught their vertically challenged little sister how to be quick and sneaky on the basketball court, and to NOT, most definitely NOT to close my eyes and flinch when I saw a fast tennis serve coming my way. But football? I’d rather count grains of sand than sit through the Super Bowl. Seriously, there is something very soothing to quantification. It’s kinda like knitting… I think the only Super Bowl game I found riveting was fictional, in “Heaven Can Wait” — remember that movie?

You know me, I’m very much of the faith “whatever floats your boat” but, I’d much prefer to think of something lovely to do this Sunday than sit around and watch television. Like chat with you, or go to Whole Foods and have the aisles to myself, or:

snog

snäg/
Brit.informal
verb
verb: snog; 3rd person present: snogs; past tense: snogged; past participle: snogged; gerund or present participle: snogging
  1. 1.
    kiss and caress amorously.
noun
noun: snog; plural noun: snogs
  1. 1.
    an act or spell of amorous kissing and caressing.

the Mister.

What are you doing today?

17 comments

  1. I am writing, reading, and watching old movies this morning. Then I will have some tea and watch the Puppy Bowl. I love football, so I most definitely WILL be tuning in to the big game. By myself, as my mister is working.

      • I am reading a few things: The Georgian Star (which is about William and Caroline Herschel) by Michael D. Lemonick; New Grub Street by George Gissing; Travels in England During the Reign of Queen Elizabeth, and Fragment Regalia; Or Observations on Queen Elizabeth, Her Times and Favourites (which is two books in one) by Sir Robert Naunton and Paul Hentzner.
        The best thing about Super Bowl Sunday (other than the fact that I enjoy football) is that it gives me an excuse to eat junk food!

  2. Vickie,well being a Brit American football does not feature much in my life {to say the least}.I in fact hate all sports.The excitement surrounding British soccer is extraordinary and I just cannot understand the manic cavortings on the field when a team does well.For that matter I cannot stand most soccer players either who with a few possible exceptions when interviewed sound as if they are a whole hamper short of a picnic.I will not get onto their very public private lives for fear that the rising steam from my ears might turn my sitting room into a sauna.

    Although soccer is my main dislike I have not even got onto the extreme boredom and incomprehension of other sports.

    Well what am I doing now.Oh have just woken up in the afternoon and am mentally preparing myself for hopping sleepless around a hospital ward all night.Lovely.

  3. We have an expat orphan friend coming over later to watch the game with us but at least we have the rest of the day to do whatever, before the game. Personally, I want to curl up with today’s NYT’s but that’s another mystery to be solved because we can’t find our copy. Others in the building have been delivered . . . the whole day is out of sync. You have fun!

  4. I’m sitting in front of the TV, with the Superbowl on. Of course, I pay attention to the commercials (pretty much disappointing except for a wonderful one by Coke) and don’t give a hoot about the game.

  5. Dearest V
    Hello again.
    It seems so long.
    Such fun to read with (almost totally) detached amusement of the Super Bowl. Amazing how this behemoth of an event in the cultural super power of the Western World makes barely a ripple here. For football is soccer and we have been transfixed this weekend with rugby and tennis anyway.
    A strange old world that we are told gets smaller every day, but that still remains quite big for all they say.
    Yours ever
    The Perfumed Dandy

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