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When I was an young adolescent, I was a cheerleader. (This is difficult to admit publicly, but there it is). At the football games, when I faced the audience and performed, I felt on top of the world. When I turned around and was forced to watch the game, I was bored out of my mind.
Once, as we girls were cheering "O-F-F-E-N-S-E: Offense, Offense, Go Team!" a dad of one of the players threw an empty soda can at us and shouted, "You idiots! We're on DEFENSE!"
I remember looking around at the other girls, knowing that just about every last one of them was a straight A student. . . and thinking: you're the idiot. We're just bored.
Despite being a cheerleader for 3 years, having a football obsessed father and then marrying a football obsessed man, I'm still totally and completely bored by the game. If I'm obligated to watch football, live or televised, I hold a book off to the side, so I may politely ignore everything else that's happening.
(Knowing this about me, you can now know just how much you can trust my recommendation here).
This is a book about football, and not just a little. But, it's about football in the way that The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks is about cellular biology. It's a book about people, with a big, juicy human interest component that pulls you in and tackles you (Score!). It's a damn good story, which is obviously why someone else read it and said, "Hey, let's make a movie out of this!"
I almost gave this five stars. I know. It's so weird.
Once, as we girls were cheering "O-F-F-E-N-S-E: Offense, Offense, Go Team!" a dad of one of the players threw an empty soda can at us and shouted, "You idiots! We're on DEFENSE!"
I remember looking around at the other girls, knowing that just about every last one of them was a straight A student. . . and thinking: you're the idiot. We're just bored.
Despite being a cheerleader for 3 years, having a football obsessed father and then marrying a football obsessed man, I'm still totally and completely bored by the game. If I'm obligated to watch football, live or televised, I hold a book off to the side, so I may politely ignore everything else that's happening.
(Knowing this about me, you can now know just how much you can trust my recommendation here).
This is a book about football, and not just a little. But, it's about football in the way that The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks is about cellular biology. It's a book about people, with a big, juicy human interest component that pulls you in and tackles you (Score!). It's a damn good story, which is obviously why someone else read it and said, "Hey, let's make a movie out of this!"
I almost gave this five stars. I know. It's so weird.