Football Schmootball.

“I don’t understand the rules.”

Granddaughter E-9 came back from the Common House where Gramma and many others were watching the big TV. Watching the local university play another university in football in the black-n-blue bowl. E-9 came back to Sheba’s and my little cottage. Granddaughter walked in and proclaimed, “I don’t understand the football rules.” For a nine-year old this is an interesting comment. Most nine-year olds would just zone out or walk away without saying anything. Never the less, granddaughter E-9 had cited a rational reason for dismissing herself from watching football and to her way of thinking, football is a confusing playground event. Too many rules. It’s certainly not like soccer or Foursquare. All you have to do with soccer is kick the ball to the goal. In Four Square bounce the ball out before the other player can push the ball back to you. Oh so simple.

Football? Confusing. Too many rules and too many players on the field. The way they face each other somebody is going to get hurt. “Just don’t understand the rules. I’ll read a book instead.”

Published by OkieMan

I come from a family who migrated from the parched red dirt Plaines of southern rural Oklahoma. Migrating to blue collar working class community of East Los Angeles. There is where I was born. I am Mr. Writermelon. I can only write what my grammar and spell checker allows. I am neither profound nor profane. Boy howdy! Send comment to: Mr.writermelon@gmail.com

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