Watching football is a metaphor for so many other things that I do...
There's anticipation followed by wild excitement & quiet resignation. And at the end of it all, I'm either happy or sad - for no better reason than my team won or lost. I have no control: I'm not the one calling plays, blitzing the offensive line, intercepting a pass, or kicking a 45 yard field goal. I'm just on the sofa, clapping & shouting & pumping my fist until it's over.
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