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Game day looms. Tight ends are tightening. Quarterbacks are quarterbacking. And after that field goal miss by the Ravens at the last Patriot's game, kickers are praying to the football gods they won't be called in for a chip-shot, with 11 seconds to spare, in the season finale known as The Super Bowl. Do I sound like I know what I am talking about? I don't. I just overheard some manly sporty banter over lunch. To which I smiled politely.
And reached for a pickle.
Even after watching every episode of
Friday Night Lights, I still don't understand a down. Football is a mystery. Back fields in motion. Penalties! Off sides. Snap. Blitz. Gotta love the lingo.
It's a language alluringly foreign to me.
Like math.
Or for some, perhaps it's akin to say, abstract expressionism.
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