Too much football for me......

I’ve been going in earlier on Sunday’s, since it’s football season. We’ve been watching the Detroit Lions, and most of the games have started at 1:00 P.M. We don’t have a big crowd for this, but there’s a few who show up every week, and of course the guys who are forced to attend the showers, always end up in the lounge at some point.

However, last Sunday there were just three who showed up for the game, and there were no showers going on that one needed an escape from. One regular got there right at 1:00, and the singer showed up with some cake. So there we sat having cake and coffee while watching the game. Then we had lunch…..I guess that was kind of backwards, since we had dessert first. (Don’t tell on us) Then the boss sent out some tortilla chips and pico de gallo, so we chowed down that also.

The restaurant wasn’t too busy, so I literally sat through the entire game. And asked a bunch of what may be perceived as stupid questions. I spent years working at a place where football was always on, but was always too busy to really pay close attention, so I learned a lot last Sunday. Well, really more than I wanted to know.

The few that were there, left when the Lions game was over, it was still a slow drinking day for the rest of the restaurant, so I watched football for the rest of the shift. I asked the manager, (who was sitting at the bar making out the schedule) if there was a preferred team in the next game. I figured it would be more interesting if I had a team to cheer for. But no, he didn’t care….so I started in with more questions. He actually started explaining a lot more to me. “Why do those guys keep trying to run through the middle of the pack, when it never seems to work?” “Why are all those yellow flags on the ground?” “What the hell is a horse collar?” “Shouldn’t there be more contrast in the color of the uniforms, so they don’t get mixed up and accidentally throw the ball to the wrong guy?” (I think this was perceived as a totally stupid question, but it made sense to me)

Ya know, I’d much rather be busy, and just glance over my shoulder at the game when people start yelling at the television.