Why do men like the game? It isn't logical to me. A bunch of dirty, sweaty men running around after a funny shaped ball. The kick it, throw it and tackle each other. Then there is the goofy victory dance and the end of the field.
Sigh. What is the point? I don't get it.
Should I go to the game and spend time with my husband (cold, wet and miserable) or stay home in my nice warm house? It sounds like an easy choice but I really do want to be close to my Dragon.
What to do.... What to do....
Yes, I'll go and I won't even complain. I'll snuggle under my jacket and the truck blanket. My trusty kinkle will keep me entertained. I think I am even looking forward to the half time show.