Apologies to Crayons for the following post, but it has to be done.
Yesterday I watched the Packers (who remain the only socialist team in major league sports) play the Seattle Seahawks with PoodleDoc and PoodleDoc, Jr. I love to watch football when played in snow or rain (surprise, surprise.) If you ask me, teams that play in domes are a bunch of wimps. When the game began, it was snowing lightly. By the end of the game it was snowing quite heavily, ideal conditions for a January football game.
The game started out badly for the Packers, who, due to two fumbles by Ryan Grant, were behind 14-0 just four minutes into the game. Over the years, I've seen the Packers lose many games they should have won, and it looked like this was going to be one of those games. Lo and behold, the Mighty Pack, including the aforementioned Ryan Grant (who left the game in the fourth quarter with 201 yards and three touchdowns - both of which are Packer post-season records), went on to play practically perfect football in every way for the rest of the game, winning 42-20, which will put them in the NFC Championship game against the winner of today's Dallas/New York game.
It was fun watching the game with PoodleDoc and PoodleDoc, Jr, despite the fact that it had to be viewed on PoodleDoc's rather testosterone-challenged television; I'd say it has about a five-inch screen. We engaged in the time-honored game of "Predict The Next Stupid Comment Made By The Announcers." (Well, Tony, I think if the Packers want to win this game, they're going to have to score more points than the Seahawks.)
While it helped that the end result was a decisive Packer victory, the snow on the field and the good company made for a very enjoyable football viewing experience. The only downside was that watching football, even when I go elsewhere, has the potential of creating conflict between Ms. Geranium and me, which I feel bad about. Sigh. Sorry, Ms. Geranium.