My father and brothers played and watched football. I dated a Gator who was so nervous when his team played that he had to carry a towel with him to wipe his sweaty hands. My husband played and is fanatical about it. My son started playing HS this year and already has had to have his chin stitched up. Tonight he was glued to the set even though he said he didn't care who won. I just don't get it!
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