Now, THAT Was a Saturday!
I've discussed earlier my lack of Deep Knowledge of sports.
There are, however, some things I do know.
I know that if some guy on the other team intercepts the ball and then runs VERY FAR down the field and goes over the last line, that is a Very Bad thing.
I know that if the score is tied, and the other side's guy misses two field goals in the last few minutes of the 4th quarter, enormous gifts have been given one's team, gifts such that is it appropriate to stand up and yell, even if your needlework falls off your lap.
I'm no expert, but it's clear even to me that was a hell of a game.
We'd made an occasion of it, too. Though we're one of those families that eats dinner at the table with candles and polite conversation (you're only allowed to leave the table before dinner if you're either having a physical emergency or needing to look up the provenance of a word in the Oxford English Dictionary), we ate chili in front of the tv last night. We'll be doing that next week, too.
The child thinks he should be more interested in the game than he really is, poor thing. He's been dutifully playing "Here We Go, Steelers" on his recorder, and building little lego football games. He's been wearing black and gold to school on Fridays, which have become special non-uniform days for the duration of the playoffs (great to be a Catholic child in Pittsburgh right now). But his heart's not really in it. He's a bit relieved to hear that he's going to have to go to bed during half time next week.
Though by God, if next week's game is anything like this one, I'm waking him up and dragging him downstairs for the end of it. The hell with math tests. Some things are Important.
I wasn't knitting during the game, but I got a lot of work done. Since the new year began, I've been dipping back into the unfinished embroidery projects, and yesterday I was working on a reproduction English sampler from 1629:
Aren't those little -- figures -- interesting? I just love 'em. The rest of the sampler will be bands of florals and geometrics, but those little "boxers" up at the top slay me. They're called "boxers" because they inevitably have raised arms, when they show up on 17th century samplers, as they often do. And when they aren't holding flowers, as these are, I guess they look sort of like they're boxing. But really. Everybody knows that the most salient* feature of the boxers is not that they look like they could, in some alternate universe, be boxing, but that they're clearly SO EXCITED to see whomever it is that they're encountering. In the case of my little boxers, they've even come armed with flowers. Sweet guys. Just what you want to see at your door on Valentine's day.
Though the greenery growing out of various parts of their bodies is, I'll admit, a bit disconcerting. Gotta love the 17th century.
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*"Having a quality that thrusts itself into view." Ahem.
There are, however, some things I do know.
I know that if some guy on the other team intercepts the ball and then runs VERY FAR down the field and goes over the last line, that is a Very Bad thing.
I know that if the score is tied, and the other side's guy misses two field goals in the last few minutes of the 4th quarter, enormous gifts have been given one's team, gifts such that is it appropriate to stand up and yell, even if your needlework falls off your lap.
I'm no expert, but it's clear even to me that was a hell of a game.
We'd made an occasion of it, too. Though we're one of those families that eats dinner at the table with candles and polite conversation (you're only allowed to leave the table before dinner if you're either having a physical emergency or needing to look up the provenance of a word in the Oxford English Dictionary), we ate chili in front of the tv last night. We'll be doing that next week, too.
The child thinks he should be more interested in the game than he really is, poor thing. He's been dutifully playing "Here We Go, Steelers" on his recorder, and building little lego football games. He's been wearing black and gold to school on Fridays, which have become special non-uniform days for the duration of the playoffs (great to be a Catholic child in Pittsburgh right now). But his heart's not really in it. He's a bit relieved to hear that he's going to have to go to bed during half time next week.
Though by God, if next week's game is anything like this one, I'm waking him up and dragging him downstairs for the end of it. The hell with math tests. Some things are Important.
I wasn't knitting during the game, but I got a lot of work done. Since the new year began, I've been dipping back into the unfinished embroidery projects, and yesterday I was working on a reproduction English sampler from 1629:
Aren't those little -- figures -- interesting? I just love 'em. The rest of the sampler will be bands of florals and geometrics, but those little "boxers" up at the top slay me. They're called "boxers" because they inevitably have raised arms, when they show up on 17th century samplers, as they often do. And when they aren't holding flowers, as these are, I guess they look sort of like they're boxing. But really. Everybody knows that the most salient* feature of the boxers is not that they look like they could, in some alternate universe, be boxing, but that they're clearly SO EXCITED to see whomever it is that they're encountering. In the case of my little boxers, they've even come armed with flowers. Sweet guys. Just what you want to see at your door on Valentine's day.
Though the greenery growing out of various parts of their bodies is, I'll admit, a bit disconcerting. Gotta love the 17th century.
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*"Having a quality that thrusts itself into view." Ahem.
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