Tonight I officially watched my first football game. It was a lot of commercials, but I know it’s all about the revenue. It was the first time in eight months we’ve sat and watched television together! At least we had it muted except to spot check the fun stuff.  We did turn the sound on for the halftime show.  Bruno Mars really kicked it with the drum solo and his James Brown footwork. I don’t understand American football so I was just idling watching it, happy to be hanging with the homie. I noticed that when a player was down, he’d be helped up by one of his own team mates.  I didn’t once see a downed player given a hand up by the opposing team, even when they were closest. Interesting. A couple of times when everyone would be piling up on the guy with the ball, a player would come in late and just seem to join the fray for no reason. It may have just been that he’d built up so much momentum in that direction that he couldn’t stop. We all know about riding out past momentum, right?  It seemed to me simply poor sportsmanship.  Even competition can be friendly. Ah, football, new experiences in grinning and bearing it for the sake of love.