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I watched my first football game, or half of it. The Vikings versus the Packers. No, not alone. My former neighbor, Grumpy henceforth, called to remind me to turn my clocks back. So, I asked what he was doing. Football was on the tube, then racing. I told him I needed to get rid of some extra candy and if I could visit and watch. He was happily surprised and said, "Sure, come on over".
It was a good game and my team won. From back when I watched football I have three teams of acquaintance, the Broncos, Steelers, and Vikings. Two were from home states and one was just my pick. I also noticed that in spite of not watching for a long time, I still decried bad calls, chattered at my team when they seemed to fall asleep after half time almost to the point of tossing a 24 to 3 lead to a loss, and other common features of sports viewing. Odd how that came back so quickly.
Oh, it was not a great time or thing, but it was more social than, say, playing a game on the computer. It is a start. As I meet other people, perhaps I will be invited to watch other sports, or can do the same. I will need to get a t.v. guide to know what is playing. I only have the local channels though, so I am probably a bit limited. Still, it is another opportunity. I had thought I would not watch pro-ball, but life is what it is. Either you open the door and take what comes or you keep the door closed, I suppose. So it is, I would guess, if I begin to seriously look for a wife. Up to some point in any case.
Bit by bit, I am finding other ways to sneak out of my cave. I am learning to enter the daylight. And I am starting up some things that have been dormant for a while. All in good time. If my time is short, I will do the best with what I have that I am able. That capacity is growing exponentially here, rather than decreasing where I was though, leaves much room for serious potential. I am not, after all, quite dead yet. If still mostly dead, ala The Prince's Bride. Can I take the bitter pill for true love? What is the option? Ha!
And on the bright side your team won.
ReplyDeletegood you are getting out. youre funny and smart in here so you can parlay that into the real on your quest. i am praying for ya, that the right lady come along.
ReplyDeleteMK,
ReplyDeleteThat's always a kicker. It set the right mood for these ventures. Ha! Who knows, I may end up getting back into it a bit. My cynicism about whether any sport (or dare I say Nobel Prizes) are all rigged keeps me from enjoying too much. If I can see past that to enjoy the company I will do fine.
K9,
I must admit. I do not think a woman will come along, they simply don't. What will have to happen for me to win is, I will have to see a woman, find out more about here socially, then I will have to advance on her and woo her. The kind of woman I seek is not that open or simply available like so many other types of women. Oh, and I will have to (and have been if barely) avoid the wrong type of women.
If you are familiar with Rod Stewart, and remember the Song Maggie May... Then you know precisely what I mean. I need about a 30ish year Miss May. She probably thinks she is bound to old maid syndrome, so I will have to kick start her engines and bring her on board. Vrrmh vrrmmhhhh!