Football as a metaphor
Remind me again why football is so much fun to watch. Oh, right; because it comes about as close to the game of life as a sport can manage.
Forget hockey; too much like rush hour in a small subway station. People turning and weaving in circles to get by in their rush to be somewhere else. Ditto for soccer. After all, any game where people run back and forth without stopping isn’t a sport, it’s madness. Tennis or golf… too much attention paid to small, fast-moving balls.
I like football. The ball isn’t really. Body armour, a civilized response to the aggressive world in which we live. Lining up and then running for short distances, that’s what it’s really about. Of course, the direction changes from time to time, but then so does the commute of the working stiff.
I watched another winning session with the Rouge et Or this afternoon. Not a one-sided game. In fact, up until the final minute, things could bave gone either way. A win, nonetheless. We’re likely to see this gang at the Vanier this year, on the home field as a plus.
How do you fix a noisy fan in your oven? I tried using a fondue fork, but it bent the tines in different directions. Good thing I didn’t pretest with fingertips. This oven offers convection (sort of) so the fan is important, but we’ve been leaving it off due to the racket. Maybe I can sacrifice another fork in the quest for quietly baked meals.
