So- the start of football season has arrived and I say “yay!” with a mixture of genuine excitement and anticipated rage. Excitement because I enjoy football—but I also know that the start of football begins as the hunt for playoff baseball heats up, creating a season filled with repetitive sports radio and its offspring, overspill guy-talk.
 I enjoy overspill guy-talk. It’s entertaining for a few hours stretched out through the year. It provides interesting insight on the deepest desires of men and the significant simultaneous degree of envy, love and hatred they hold in their hearts for people and events that have little to no actual connection to their own wellbeing. It’s, well its mind-blowing to me.  I do specify men here, but acknowledge the few exceptionally well versed and passionate women so their feelings won’t be hurt. Don’t get me wrong, I’m completely down with girl power in every respect but I do hold the personal opinion that there are a rare few women who successfully hold the complete and equal ability to throw down sports talk. It’s impressive to watch. Makes me a little jealous, but they’re a bit like unicorns so it feels right to be in complete awe of them.  Now, I enjoy sports. 4 ½ of the men in my life and possibly 5 of the women think I’m reasonably athletic. I spent 30 of my 37 years learning and loving baseball and I broke the noses of two people playing soccer. I can’t do anything impressive yet, but I feel like a powerful beast when I rock strength and conditioning at Dynamic but I am not capable of participating in this type of conversation.  Surprising, since I provided those exceptional arguments to provide my credentials but, truth is, I’m primarily an observer. I know this of myself without question. I prefer my public sports talk and observations to be limited to small knowledge pops here and there. I also know that though I certainly have the mental ability to understand the finer details of these games, I am not capable of gathering enough motivation to do so to a degree required to meaningfully participate in the overspill.  Knowledge pops work well for me. I got to know one of my greatest friends discussing the ground rule double. Just a fun fact. 
But tonight I’m typing and he’s, flip, flip, flipping between games and prepping. I love the safety, so it’s fun we’ve made it back to football. Yay, Seattle! I did hear all night that every pitcher who faces him should try to hit Ortiz. I think it’s hilarious and wonderful how fantastic his night has been. Maybe that’s the reason I should refrain from sports talk?