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I have a piece up on Slate today about why I'm such a lonely, bitter man called My friends hate watching football with me. I couldn’t be happier.
Though pro football has never been more popular on television, attendance in NFL stadiums has decreased for four straight years. The arguments in favor of watching at home are plentiful: It’s cheaper, easier to park, and the view on your HD flat screen is better than from your stadium seat. Despite all of those obvious advantages, attendance has been similarly pitiful at my apartment this season. If my football get-togethers were games, they'd be blacked out more often than the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. Why can't I get anyone to watch football with me?
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6 comments:
is that you in the picture there or sting?
on slate I mean
With you on this.
One of my favourite things was to go to barrooms and watch the Pats. Now all I notice is that it's full of fuckers talking, or worse, bars that won't put the sound on when the game starts.
I also have shitty friends that tut and tsk if you're texting or tweeting while you're out with them.
I'd sooner be home drinking tea, hearing every word and calling Joe Buck a cunt to my heart's content.
And to your larger point, I got offered tickets to the Pats on Monday night. Fuck that.
I don't know why anyone that has done that drive back to Boston from Foxboro at 1am would ever want to do it twice.
Sofa and poopy remote for me.
Preaching to the choir, Lukey. In my case it's just misanthropy and not wanting to share my drugs. Alone time is best time.
test.
WTF?
Anyway, my comment got deleted. It was the bst comment ever. Oh well. Go football.
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