My Violent Side

I like to think of myself as a peace-loving monkey. I could smile and say "world peace" to the judges with real sincerity. I don't hit. I rarely even yell at people. I have been known to express myself colorfully, and in several languages - including sign.

But there is something about football that brings out my violent side. I don't watch it often for this exact reason.

First of all, let me say that I had no particular interest in either team playing tonight. In fact, I decided which team I was pulling for in the 1st quarter - and my choice was pretty much based on capricious reasoning. I've actually been by Archie Manning's home in the Garden District . . . or what I was told was the Manning home. Thus, it was like pulling for family.

But, once I decided who I was pulling for . . . I really committed. I yelled . . . terrified the cats. I love the sack. The Sack and the back door allie-oop dunk. Those are probably my two favorite things in all of sports.

I am pleased to report that I didn't resort to yelling "kill!!!!" as I have in the past. Or, even "run you bastard!!!" as the Phenom reports I've said too. I think the worst was "hit 'm hard!"

I think I need to sit in a quiet, darkened room to come down from all the violence.