We’re watching the CFL semifinals this afternoon. I am not usually a football fan. I usually require the game reexplained to me every time I am exposed to it and when said esplanation is being given I shake my head and say no, no, no, don’t, I don’t care. Today though I appear to have a sudden rudimentary comprehension of the game. It’s very Twilight Zone.

A few minutes ago a call was made and one of the coaches got right pissed off. Like screaming and carrying on and I said to Dan, That’s a job I could do. I am exactly the right brand of cat to coach a football team with enthusiasm, my dislike and ignorance of the game notwithstanding.

Much as these samifinal games are interesting I remain a disinterested football fan. It takes a special ocassion for me to give a frick either way. And I’m sure my freakish understanding of the game essentials will disappear before my head hits the pillow tonight. It’s like calculus. Of course I could understand it but come on, why would I want to.

I prefer hockey. Jake won his game this morning and totally had a chance to get a goal. Problem is his reaction time is about fifteen minutes behind schedule. If they gave him a damned minute he’d be ruling the ice. He likes the flashy positions. Center and Goal are what he’s all about. He also likes to fight which is exactly and precisely why hockey is his game. Not that we would ever encourage him to fight. I’m just saying that if he fights no one is really going to be surprised.

He’s a scrappy center who could score a goal if he had a minute to think.