01-10-2016, 02:23 AM
Why do I watch this game?
Every year it’s the team willing to go the furthest. The team willing to dance on that cliff edge. They prevail.
Football is war.
The dirtiest, most powerful team wins.
I can’t describe it any other way.
It’s ugly.
Why can’t I look away?
Why do I continually root for the under-dog.
The team least comfortable playing on the edge of their emotions.
The team that never quite has that composure.
Why do I watch this game?
Is it the man inside me?
Do I have some inner thirst for war?
Why do most girls never like football?
I’m a sensitive guy.
I see the game for all its flaws.
But I can’t look away.
What’s wrong with me?
Being a Bengal fan is very Kafkaesque
Every year it’s the team willing to go the furthest. The team willing to dance on that cliff edge. They prevail.
Football is war.
The dirtiest, most powerful team wins.
I can’t describe it any other way.
It’s ugly.
Why can’t I look away?
Why do I continually root for the under-dog.
The team least comfortable playing on the edge of their emotions.
The team that never quite has that composure.
Why do I watch this game?
Is it the man inside me?
Do I have some inner thirst for war?
Why do most girls never like football?
I’m a sensitive guy.
I see the game for all its flaws.
But I can’t look away.
What’s wrong with me?
Being a Bengal fan is very Kafkaesque