I don’t even know what I’m talking about. I don’t understand sports very well other than watching the profound dance of the athletes who for mere moments seem like gods who can run, jump, leap, dive faster than any mere human I’ve ever known.
Right now at Super Bowl, we’re first and 20 from the twelve, 2.20 minutes left in the fourth
This guy in dreads had just ran like thunder for an AZ touchdown.
I swear, I am a mostly quiet introverted person
But suddenly, as the dreads guy was speeding for all he was worth, I was calling out at the top of my lungs, RUN! RUN! RUN FOR DAYLIGHT BABY!!!!
and I don’t even know which team is which
except i read it on the crawler
and i don’t know the stats
and I have no favorite
but, man, is there something about seeing a man run for the stars in the night sky.
wow! no kitty-kidding. WOW!
1:01 minutes left on the clock….