is still whining that I "don't understand football."
But he still hasn't said what I said about it is inaccurate.
Like there's something more than meets the eye about football that requires an effort to understand it. If there were more to it, it wouldn't be a popular entertainment. I suppose if it were a few years ago he'd be accusing me of not "understanding" Friends or Sex In The City. Actually, Simps has accused me of not understanding "Animal House" and any number of other brainless American entertainments so they're matched on that. Simps gets worked up when I diss American football, too, but, like I said, that's more of a daddy thing for him.
Admit it, you like watching zaftig guys in spandex groping and slamming each other. You enjoy watching the second most homoerotic sport there is, right after wrestling. I suspect that you're not the straight guy you like to think you are. And, like TV addled Americans, you like it slow enough so you can follow it. If I wanted to watch fat guys talking about and doing nothing consequential I'd go watch Republicans at some chain diner. The action is faster there.
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