Watched the National College
Football Championship game tonight, Yowlabama vs. Clem’s boy. I suddenly realized why it is so hard for
women to understand this game. It’s
because women are good at words and none of the words in football bear any
semblance to anything else in reality.
It is as if the men all made up nomenclature that is mystifying. And mascots too. Alabama’s mascot is an elephant, but no one
calls them the Elephants or Paciderms or anything like that. They are called the Crimson Tide. Tide usually has something to do with the
rise and fall of oceans. When tides have algal blooms they become dangerous and
poisonous crimson tides. But Alabama
means the football team.
Momentum
in football means that one side starts winning.
Momentum in physics means that a body at rest tends to stay at rest but
a body in motion tends to stay in motion.
Issac Newton. But someone who
probably flunked physics came up with this term to mean that one team got all
psyched and began to win. Tempo in
football has nothing to do with the rate of rhythm of a musical composition or
the rate of activity of humans.
Controlling tempo in football means that you can either pass or run
effectively. A sack is not a bag or the
act of bagging. It means that somebody
tackled the quarterback. And clipping
has nothing to do with cutting the hedge or a grazing blow. It means you blocked someone from
behind. The orgination of all these
terms is lost in obscurity. If you look them
up in the dictionary no football explanations are to be found. They defy the normal human discourse. And that is purposeful--just to trip up the
girls.
So
I won’t get into Hail Mary, Statue of Liberty or Flea Flicker. It’s too difficult. You have be initiated into the sport. So for now I will just punt.
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