Why I’m Quitting Football

i luv’d this; particularly as i am from a very small town in middle ‘o Missouri…a town right on that LINE, that seperates Missouri into its historic ‘HALVES'(i.e., half-Union, half-Confederate…ALL Bullshit)! And trust me; as of #2020? If it were still Civil War-time? Those ‘halves’ have turned into “3/4’s-Confederate; 1/4’s-Union,” tbh! Oi! ( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°) !!! 🤪 #justsaying #thankuforsharing #luvd_it

Fatherly Noir

Full disclosure; I’ve never played a down of organized football in my life, but dammit I love it.

I love football. I love the game. I love everything around the game, the crowds, the shit talking, the walking in the office on a Monday morning after my team wins and basking in the feeling of superiority over the fans of the teams that lost. It’s one of the highlights of the week. It’s what makes all the pumpkin spiced bullshit of the fall bearable and something to look forward to other than talking to family members at Thanksgiving.

I grew up in a football town and watched the likes of Aaron Brooks, Ronald Curry, Mike Vick, and Allen Iverson play in high school (writer’s note: Iverson was arguably better at football than basketball). In Newport News and southeastern Virginia as a whole is a little-known football hotbed and football culture…

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