Oh, dag-nab it! The AFL Denver Broncos did win Monday Night’s game as expected! The score was 13 to 3 for the Baltimore Ravens. I came home from work around 06:30PM and overheard ‘Shiva-Paw’ watching the game on television. I assumed, as usual, the team would win again and decided to skip the evening broadcast and missing Michael Flynn’s interceptions tonight.
I’m not much of a sports fan and have not really gotten used to sitting hours on end in front of the television with munchies of popcorn, chips and dips to sustain my interest in a mostly male driven activity. The closest to enjoying any sport on the professional level were the company paid baseball games (mostly the favored Boston Red Sox team of my former tall boss).
I do not understand why anyone would get overly excited on sports events, such as football, by watching players get their bodies smashed by other players willing to be paid exorbitant salaries that would take care of many starving families for a life time.
The repetition bores me and I hardly notice how each play differ each time. Huddle, throw and touchdown sums up this type of game. Then the cheering would signal the viewers to get up and make noise as positive reinforces.
I bought two shirts – one overly large and one sleeveless – online to show my support for this AFL team. I still have those hanging in my closet and hardly wear those because one happens to be large enough to sleep in instead of wearing during daytime while the other shrunk too small to flatter my large arms with the distinct farmer’s tan.
So why did I try to belong? Let’s put it this way: one of my ex-boyfriend was related to one of the coaches. Earlier this year, he is now a head coach of another football team in a state where OIL seems so abundant. The career of this coach is pretty good for most of his life and I may switch to a new team. I prefer the horse logo over the bull logo, though.
As I mentioned in my previous blog, the ex was a co-worker and he continues to work as a collector down the road where the old building of my current company was located. As I think, he does remind me my former boss, who does collection at my current company.
Most of his relatives happen to live in the state of Florida after I queried his surname online years ago. Also, I do remember seeing on his wall the largest photograph of the former president Gerald Ford and him during a camp back in 1976.
Unfortunately, the guy was not much of a conservationist and the relationship went away. I wasn’t ready for marriage although he did mention a place where they held wedding receptions in downtown Los Gatos, CA. My memories of him never left. [The talented sweetie knows what I mean by: Jon. Jon. Jon.]
As I build my stories of weird associations, I did sign and submit an online petition regarding a September event after discovering a website possibly related to these people via one of the Yahoo! forums, where I wanted to ‘educate-myself.’ And like sports, I have left that forum after a few months in pursuit of more challenging knowledge.
I did not realize that my name would appear by normal engine searches under this website and cannot have my name removed as a result. (Or could I?) The September event is partly explained in this particular website because that is all I could reveal. Anything else I may know around that event is purely speculation.
P.S. The pressure in my head and ears is activated again. I couldn’t sleep well because I felt hot and had to drink more glasses of water in hopes of filtering out the heat trapped within me. Actually, I take that back because the vertical fan both cools and blows from my left as I blog.
P.S.1. “Saturday in the park, I think it was the fourth of July… ” Partial song lyrics by Chicago.
P.S.2. The skies were blue for most of the day. At 06:00PM, I saw lots of wispy, wuffy clouds in the western skies from my car. They seemed to hover farther out but between the tower where I work and the western hills of the Bay Area.
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