So I think it’s been pretty well-established fact that I’ve had a historical inability to absorb or be moved by football. Well-documented and, if you ask Conrad, really annoying. But nonetheless, I was pretty sure I was going to feel this way about football forever. Did I mention the Piles of Manflesh Obscuring the Ball? They’re kind of annoying!
But see there’s this other thing I really love, which is Texas. Sorry! Deal! I love Texas. I love everything about Texas except the things I hate which I’m pretty sure is the way everyone feels about someplace they know really well. And I get, well, there’s no other way to say it. I get really nostalgic about Texas.
And I guess I’m a little late to this party, but apparently, there is one way to make me scream and shriek during a football game: set it in Texas.
I’ve only watched the pilot and already, I’m hooked. Poor Stuart.