Once upon a time, there was a woman who knew NOTHING about football. She never cared to watch it, she never knew what was going on, and on the rare occasion she did watch it (with friends only), she may have asked questions and the response was always "Shhhhh..be quiet! We can't hear!". As time went by, she knew people who LOVED the sport, and everything that went with it. They loved the action, the drama, and yelling at the players and the refs. She didn't understand how people could get so involved in a game, that they weren't even playing! Then one day came a long a man...(I bet you can guess how this ends.) This particular man LOVED football. He loved watching it, and playing it. Over time the woman, and the man fell in love...but with the man, comes the dreaded game of football. The woman decided that in effort to be a good and worthy companion to this woman, she would have to try to at least sit through some of a game with him. At first she pretended to watch the games, as she gazed off into nowhere. Sometimes she would read a book, while pretending to watch some of the game..but as time went on and the man was ever diligent about explaining the game that he had so much love for, the woman started understanding what was going on, and in fact started to enjoy the game that oh so many other LOVE. At first it started with just watching the games, for real. Then after that came asking questions, and understanding the flags and ref's calls. As she understood the game better, she started to get waaay more into it. Now, the poor man occasionally has to tell the woman to calm down, and relax..its just a game. I'm not saying the woman will ever love the game as much as her man does, and sometimes she doesn't really care to watch it at all, but she learned that by doing something for the one she loves...she learned to like a new game.(And learned that it was fun to yell at the TV).
The End.
