sports night

a secret: i don't know shit about sports. all i know is enough to sound interested when the subject comes up in a bar (which is the only place i see the shit, usually with the sound turned off, ever since we got rid of the tv which is something i'd been waiting to do for 25 years, more or less). i love the american myth of baseball, but the games are so long and _so_ fucking boring. even when the yankees and mets were playing the subway series, i think i might have watched part of one game. football is a sixty-minute game stretched out to three hours for commercials. i admire the athleticism of basketball and soccer, but not enough to actually watch any games.

several years ago dan lightner and i took a trip out to rockwall, where i had found a working washer and dryer that some guy was selling for fifty bucks. we were the _only_ thing on the road. it was spooky. we thought that maybe the rapture had come. we stopped someplace to get something to eat. there was a single mexican family there, eating their lunch, and two yokels behind the counter with the tv on. then we realized why the town seemed deserted: it was super bowl sunday.