Will It Matter When I'm Dead?
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2/5/2012

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To some people, I suppose that, yes, nationally-televised football games will matter when they are dead. For me? Not so much. I'll just put it out there: I can't even tell where the ball is half the time. It's easier when a game is on TV, but...who wants to spend hours watching that when one could be watching other quality items on one's TV? 

At any rate, I was thinking earlier today about the ridiculousness of sports in the United States, particularly that of the football sector. More specifically, I spent some time thinking about just how stupid pregame shows are. I mean, just shut up and play the game. Is all that nonsense really necessary? In many people's opinions, yes. But you know, if I was a football player, maybe it'd be cool for me to see that stuff. Come to think of it, it'd be pretty awesome to have my own pregame show.

It would start early in the day--about 6 AM--I'd sleep until about 10 AM, but the show would go on. I'd have all kinds of great stories aired on it, like the story of the time I slammed the car door into my face and made a full recovery with only a minor bruise by my eye within 24 hours. Another great piece for national broadcasting would be the story of how I injured myself running in September and quit running for a few months and am now much slower than I have ever been. BUT I AM TRIUMPHING AND MY STORY IS INSPIRATIONAL BECAUSE I CONTINUE TO RUN AND FACE MY HARDSHIPS, THROUGH ALL MY HORRENDOUS PAIN AND SUFFERING.  There would be my tale of woe of all the years it took to decide what to do with my life, the story of the day where I was late to everything (oh, wait, what day isn't that?), the epic journey I made by car to Tennessee and back with only minor injury from a horse's decision to run me into a tree, and of course small little blips about my great family life and how everything changed when my loving husband and I adopted our four four-legged children. Yes, all this would be broadcasted on my pregame show. It would end at 1:00 in the afternoon, at which time I would actually have to start my day. I would teach for approximately three hours and then be done.And I would make an everlasting and undeniable positive impact on my students.  Oh, and don't forget the FANTASTIC commercials between every ten minutes of teaching that would air. They would not only give my audience wonderful entertainment and offer amazingly useful products and soul-sucking marketing ploys, they would also offer me breaks between every lesson and activity to plan and grade. Sort of like a pause button, where the kids would be frozen while I wouldn't.

Having a pregame show of my own would definitely enrich my life and make me inspired to face each day with bravery and courage as I reviewed my great accomplishments and triumphs over struggle every single day.

But, in the end, I will probably never have a pregame show.

And that is why football games will most likely not matter to me when I am dead.
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