Football

Guest post written by my buddy Royce Heath

It seems as though another football season has come along, and I still couldn’t care less. My new roommates assumed that I wanted to spend my Saturday night watching the UGA game on our DirecTV, but I didn’t. And that means I was left without my precious television along with access to my friends and our living room. I am old enough now that I feel no real need to pretend to be interested in things I am not. I know that my friends will like me whether or not I agree to participate in any activity with them, and that has made me even more confident in my decision to never watch football again. I spent last Saturday in my bedroom, listening to jazz music and making a wreath made from book pages. That’s pretty much the antithesis of football. After I tired of my wreath, I moved on to read Harry Potter, who never disappoints. Even now, I cannot tell you who won the Georgia game, nor who they were playing. I can tell you, however, that I thoroughly enjoyed a night on my own and I plan to follow the same routine for many Saturdays to come.