Something really weird is going on in the Efromano house. Yesterday, we watched TWO football games, and as you can deduce, neither was a Bears game, because the Bears game is on now. No, we watched one of the noon games--Carolina v. Giants (?). And we watched the Sunday night game, because THAT was a good match-up. Or it seemed like it should have been.
But really, the weirdest thing is that we're throwing around names like Barber and Brees and Kiwanuka and Ogunleye like we've always been rabid football fans. Anyone who knows us knows that in the past, neither one of us gave two shits about football. Or any sport. I mean, dude, S finished out the game last night even though a) I went to bed before it was over and b) the end must've been fairly boring, because the Saints kicked some Cowboy ass. We sit on the couch and discuss arcane aspects of football strategy and rules, and we've been joking about Grossman v. Griese on a nearly constant basis for the last 48 hours. There's something in the water, and it's making us into football fans.
Here's something else: S is pulling up weird things like the name of last year's Super Bowl MVP, and inserting those things into conversation. Conversations we're having about FOOTBALL. This apartment is like a weird twilight zone, where two football loving aliens have taken over our peaceful, sports-apathetic human bodies. If I'm drinking beers while watching the games by the end of this season, you'll know it's true. S keeps saying that if the Bears weren't on a tear, and if they hadn't started out on fire, I never would have dragged us into this football-driven existence (who's planning their Xmas Eve travel around football? Us. Prepare, sister, because at noon, S and I will be camped on Mom's sofa, watching the game until it's very end.). That might very well be true, that if the Bears sucked ass this year, I wouldn't be into it, but the fact remains--I'm now watching games that don't involve my team, and I'm enjoying it very much. How we got into this mess isn't the question anymore. The question is how do we remove these aliens from our bodies?
By the way, the Rams just scored, and I gotta tell you, I start to get real itchy when the Bears are down. I also scream at the TV. A lot. S hates it; our football watching styles are in direct opposition to one another. Wouldn't it be just like the aliens to break us up over football? Kidding, kidding. Anyway, back to the game.
Update: Ha! Suckers, look at Devin Hester go!
Update 2: Um. Yeah. Defense?
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