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Originally Posted by Vick
I think the Chargers will make the playoffs again this year
Drew Brees has matured in to a quality QB, LD is LD
I've just started to teach the intricacies of the game to my Fiancée this pre-season
Before that she (like many other) thought it was just a bunch of big guys running around beating the hell out of each other
Yesterday she had to leave the room a few times because she was getting too excited
But from watching last night's ugly Ravens' game - she now understands how tight ends or RB have to chip block
Dwight Freeney was giving Johnathon Ogden fits again, Freeney is amazingly fast, So eventually the Ravens had to line TE Todd Heap up on the left side or have a RB stay into block
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*looking for the "I worship the ground you walk on" smilie*
OK, Trev, we need one of those!
Vick...I am so thrilled. My husband gave me a book years ago. (Geeze, thinking back, it was a *lot* of years ago.) He couldn't explain football to me himself because he didn't know anything about it. We'd just decided to watch it together. You're going to discover that once your fiance understands the game...she's going to be pretty scary to watch during them!!
That's the basic problem with women and football. They have absolutely no idea what's going on. If you don't know what's going on, you think these guys are trying deliberately to hurt each other. You don't know that there's an NFL rulebook the size of a building on how you're *not* supposed to deliberately hurt each other. Do players get injured? Of course they do. People also get hurt on the freeways but there isn't a call to go back to horse and buggies. (People got hurt in those, too.)
There is rarely "violence" in football, by my definition of the word. Violence is a matter of intent. Punching a guy in the face in a bar fight is "violence." Knocking a guy down who's wearing a shitload of padding, in the proper way it is one is allowed to knock him down to prevent him from gaining further yardage, is not "violence." It's "playing by the rules."
Oddly, that's one of things I like the most about football. It's got so many damned rules. I like structure, fair play and all those good things.
Which is why we got called when one of our glory boys clocked the Dallas quaterback in the head. I screamed then, too. (Admittedly, I was multitasking at the time and didn't see the play, so I don't know whether or not is was a "fair call" or not. Of course...the definition of "fair call" often depends on which team you're rooting for.)
One of the things I like the most about my husband is that he's able to yell "damn, that was a beautiful catch!" at one of the Cowboys. Fair's fair, after all.