Saturday night, while I was at my dad and stepmother’s apartment, I did something that I hadn’t done since February: watched a football game (American football–not what the rest of the world considers football). Ohio State played Penn State. OSU won in the game’s waning seconds. Then yesterday on my way home I listened to the Cincinnati Bengals game against the Atlanta Falcons and the Indianapolis Colts game against the Houston Texans.
I don’t know. Part of me is repulsed by the violence and the game, and the increasing evidence that it turns some of its players’ brains to hamburger. And part of me is enamored with the spectacle and athleticism of the game.
I can’t wait for basketball season to start. I don’t feel ambivalent about that game.