No, Celia, no, you did win, very, very huge in my eyes with your writing.
I do not have the writing skills which you consistently display and I applaud.
Your father, be he forgiven, proly didn't read that most major newspapers announced precisely the time of kick-off (with the understanding that pre-game commercials pre-dominate live game action because once it starts other factors intrude on commercial announcements).
I never speculate on femmes. I only have to live with them according to my obviously erroneous and semi-valid understandings.
The way they all become a single vast organism, reacting in the same instant, the same way, leaping from their barstools and hollering and pumping their arms into the air, and high fiving. I hollered right along with them, in ignorance, and felt happy.
At first I thought you said, "single vast orgasm" and then thought, that can't be right. No orgasms are allowed during Superbowl.
No offense to the other great posters here, but...
... Celia over your lasts few posts you've somehow become my favorite. Didn't I intensely dislike your writings when you first came aboard? Weird. So, anyway, GREAT post(s)!
I will simply say, as a men's issues advocate and activist,
Thank you, Celia.
Well, no, on second thought, let me explain: it's a rare and touching pleasure to read something about men that contains nothing about how they need to shape up and get cracking in some area or another -- something that does not at all whatsoever posit or claim anything about men's failures as men per se, or what is wrong with them, or how they're otherwise just not good enough.
A women who soooo understands the world of men is a national treasure.
I too, while not in a bar, was a part of that organism - and screamed so loudly when Tyree and Plaxico made those catches ... it felt like every part of me was with Eli and that team.
This column is a breath of fresh air that should immediately be syndicated in every newspaper that dares to challenge PC.
Great writing, of course, and I like the points you make. But one complaint I have is that I don’t see football fandom as a man’s world. Maybe in some parts of the country it still is, but around here in PA, its always been an equal opportunity sport (for fans at least, not players).
My grandmother and mother were great NFL fans, always watching the Sunday games with “the men”. My grandmother and grandfather both liked the same team. But my mother is a Redskins fan and my father an Eagles fan, so that always added to the fun.
And then when I ended up at Penn State, well, I guess I don’t need to tell you that football is close to a religion there. And many a female who entered the University unskilled in the ways of the game graduated with a thorough understanding and appreciation.
A few years later, after I moved to North Carolina, some of the most fun and memorable dates I had were going out to watch Penn State games at a local bar with another Penn State grad. Good times….
So football has always been a co-ed experience for me. And I like it that way!
Commenting on Dean's World is a privilege, not a right. Dean is your host, you are his guest, and you should behave in that fashion. Dean is not your babysitter, nor is he your punching bag. Please remember this. In general, you are free to disagree with anyone on any subject you wish, but abusive behavior will not be tolerated.
Of course we all lose our tempers now and then. Dean freely admits to being imperfect in this regard, which is why regulars to this establishment will generally be cut more slack than people who we don't know very well.
Still: behave like an adult, or go find somewhere else to play. Thanks.
I do believe, Celia, you'll be a looking for a hunk or at least unpromised wishes one's son becomes one.
The Mannings are not quite ready for Esquire.
On the other hand, Tom Brady is to die for ?
I mean for femmes.
I can't win with you, can I?
I was not really writing about jock straps, smelly jerseys or "hunks."
I was writing an ode to men from a...distance.
Tom Brady does nothing for me and I have never heard any woman mention him. I thought his facial expression all night was off-putting.
Men are wrong 100% of the time when the speculate about what women find attractive.
You enjoyed watching men be men, without worrying about how women watching them would see them.
I do not have the writing skills which you consistently display and I applaud.
Your father, be he forgiven, proly didn't read that most major newspapers announced precisely the time of kick-off (with the understanding that pre-game commercials pre-dominate live game action because once it starts other factors intrude on commercial announcements).
I never speculate on femmes. I only have to live with them according to my obviously erroneous and semi-valid understandings.
Your post was well received, from my perspective.
At first I thought you said, "single vast orgasm" and then thought, that can't be right. No orgasms are allowed during Superbowl.
clearly you are not a Giants fan!
it wasn't about men
or hunks
or organisms
or orgasms
so cool it.
You made me laugh--and I think you got me good.
It was about men. (But not "hunks...")
... Celia over your lasts few posts you've somehow become my favorite. Didn't I intensely dislike your writings when you first came aboard? Weird. So, anyway, GREAT post(s)!
Thank you, Celia.
Well, no, on second thought, let me explain: it's a rare and touching pleasure to read something about men that contains nothing about how they need to shape up and get cracking in some area or another -- something that does not at all whatsoever posit or claim anything about men's failures as men per se, or what is wrong with them, or how they're otherwise just not good enough.
Are you sure about that???
(The "world of men" also involves a lot of crude and simple jokes along those lines.)
I too, while not in a bar, was a part of that organism - and screamed so loudly when Tyree and Plaxico made those catches ... it felt like every part of me was with Eli and that team.
This column is a breath of fresh air that should immediately be syndicated in every newspaper that dares to challenge PC.
My grandmother and mother were great NFL fans, always watching the Sunday games with “the men”. My grandmother and grandfather both liked the same team. But my mother is a Redskins fan and my father an Eagles fan, so that always added to the fun.
And then when I ended up at Penn State, well, I guess I don’t need to tell you that football is close to a religion there. And many a female who entered the University unskilled in the ways of the game graduated with a thorough understanding and appreciation.
A few years later, after I moved to North Carolina, some of the most fun and memorable dates I had were going out to watch Penn State games at a local bar with another Penn State grad. Good times….
So football has always been a co-ed experience for me. And I like it that way!
Go Celia!
Hank B
Who's crying? Your damn perfume got in my eye, that's all!
(thank you)
Of course we all lose our tempers now and then. Dean freely admits to being imperfect in this regard, which is why regulars to this establishment will generally be cut more slack than people who we don't know very well.
Still: behave like an adult, or go find somewhere else to play. Thanks.