I’m not a huge football fan. I’ll attend a Florida Gators game once a year, and I watch the Green Bay Packers play on TV because my boyfriend’s from Wisconsin and he loves the Packers. Otherwise, I can take or leave football.
Today, however, the NFL’s AFC and NFC championship games will be played. My boyfriend and I will attend a party tonight, to watch San Francisco play Seattle for the NFC title. We’re picking up takeaway barbeque for everyone to enjoy, and we’ll have plenty of cold beer to enjoy while we watch the game. It’ll be fun.
I have a strange, conflicted attitude toward athletes, be they high school, college, or professional. On one hand, I find certain athletes quite sexy, especially the leaner types appearing in today’s photo posts. I mean, who could not find them attractive?
But it bothers me how some people worship athletes as though they are some sort of gods. Look, they have a skill, they can throw a ball or catch it. They can run faster than you or me. But we have skills as well: the ability to create a beautiful painting, to sing a tune so well it makes people cry, to craft a compelling wok of fiction, or to catch enough fish in one outing to feed an entire dinner party. Why aren’t our skills given the same respects as athletes’ skills?
I don’t know, maybe I’m just jealous because I’ve never been a particularly good athlete. I enjoy playing sports very much, I do. I’m just not very good at them, but I don’t let that stop me from surfing or golfing, or whatever. And I for one will not be fawning all over these guys playing on TV today, as though they are something oh-so-special. They’re just doing a job, folks. That’s all.
Have a great Sunday, everyone.