By the way, this is American football, even though every other country pretty much calls our soccer "football." I have no idea why, I think that it makes much more sense to call the sport that you use your feet for, but whatever...
Drew's gaze was practically burned into the television. May groaned yet again as he let out an excited whoop. It was football season, which meant that practically every male was rendered useless. Absolutely, freaking, useless. Drew was now practically glued to the couch, and on commercial breaks, he would change to a different game until the break was over.
May found no understanding to this at all. You throw the ball to somebody who tries not to get tackled. They normally fail, and then you get guys all griping about their injuries.
Again, where was the logic?!
This just proved the point: there is a large difference between guys and gals. Suddenly, Drew let out a huge cry of elation and got up from the couch - finally - to dance around, grinning and cheering. May sighed and pressed her fingers to her temples when suddenly she was scooped up by Drew.
"D-Drew, what-" He was so caught up in his football triumph that he had pretty much lost all his common sense. So, he did what most excited guys do to their girlfriends who just so happens to be conveniently free:
He kissed her.
And that's when May decided that maybe there was some good to football after all.
I used to think like this, but then I actually started to not mind it so much. I guess. But it wasn't a kiss that changed my mind...darn. :) Now I like playing it (flag football); I scored more points in PE than the real guys on my team! :D So now I like football too.
But guys are totally under this darned sport's thrall...
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