Not a football post...
I'm not even sure if my football posts are that popular.
Football.
It's such a small and troublesome word. When I'm with my extended family I have to say American football because the real thing is an entirely different sport. It's just as much fun too. I think my family and I become rabid when watching it. We're scary.
My brother, B, loves all things German, so of course he knows all about the football clubs (futból now) in dear ole Deutschland. When his favorite team made it to the semis, there was much joy coming from his room. My mother and my cousin could bring down the walls. If the match is America v. Chivas, bloody hell, run for your life. There will be screaming. There will be doors slamming. There might even be an insult. Loyalty exists towards these teams, and god forbid they lose.
My family members will call family members in Mexico to gloat if a team won.
See, this is why I'm the way that I am. It's genetic.
