I'm sensing it's that old toxic masculinity bubbling to the surface. How else do you explain my abandonment of a season long boycott of the NFL? Perhaps it was an overwhelming desire to see the Los Angeles (Ne San Diego) Chargers get their collective asses handed to them by the Patriots. Whatever the case, before I knew it, I had returned to the realm of wasted Sundays with the NFL.
This weekend, with the Chargers easily dispatched and limping back to the L.A. cesspool, the AFC conference championship game will feature the mostly hated yet talented New England Patriots and the exciting Kansas City Chiefs and their stellar young quarterback. The early Sunday NFC contest should be an excellent opening act as it features the suddenly pretty good Los Angeles (Ne St. Louis) Rams as chum for the "Who Dat?" nation's Drew Brees and his Saints. The Superdome is where teams like the Rams are fed to the lions and I don't plan to miss a minute of the slaughter.
Slaughter?? There's that toxic masculinity again! My brothers and I would like to thank the American Psychological Association for coming up with this handy excuse for our testosterone fueled bad behavior. We can't help it! Please understand that we really would like to be better people but, damn it, our genes won't let us. A denial of biology would be a blow to the mental health nerds who seem determined to crush masculinity and the cult of manhood whenever and wherever it seeps into modern society. Face it guys, we're just plain abnormal! Embrace your feminine side and prepare to calm WAY down.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to cave in on this and hope many of my fellow Y chromosome carriers will join me this weekend as we forget we own razors (thanks Gillette!), gorge on pork rinds, Cheetos, potato chips and beer while reveling in the coming pigskin orgy. Heck, we may not even shower until the Super Bowl is over! (Perhaps a bridge too far? Just asking for a friend.)
Now, toss me that bag of Fritos and a cold one and prepare to watch some football my posse. In just a couple of weeks we enter the sports dark side of the moon that is the seemingly endless weeks to be endure between the end of the football season and pitchers and catchers reporting for Spring training.
Well, there is soccer.
Yeah, right. Ha! Beer me, I'm running low on toxic masculinity.
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