I've said in previous posts that I have a love/hate relationship with the sport. Really it's a sport I love to hate because I hate to admit I love it. I am not an expert on the game, hell I actually know very little about sport. I don't know the rules, I don't know the names of all the positions I don't know much about the players themselves. And frankly I don't want to. I like being ignorant of all that. I like pissing my husband off because I root for the team with the prettiest quarterback. I like saying things about the tight ends lined up all in a row and how nice and tight they really are. I like the sexual innuendo. The butt slapping. The in your face man on man stuff. And it drives my husband crazy. This is serious business to him. To me it's just plain old fun to watch.
It's even more fun to watch when Ben Roethlissberger gets butt humped there at the end of the championship game, it was funny, slightly erotic, and fitting. I adore the Steelers, I love to watch Big Ben play ball. I love to see that behemoth of a man throw that ball and then knock heads. And there's Troy Polamalu, the long haired strong safety who moves like cat on the defense. What isn't there to love about that. Makes for one damned good team.
But let's not get sidetracked the real reason I have this new found respect for the Packers is this man
Well that just about says it all