Summer glares its last days and, as ever, a hundred million American men, and my wife, begin to revolve around TV football. OK, I used to watch some of it, but I’ve really tried to pull back in recent years, especially since the New Orleans Saints bounty-hunting scandal. (I was shocked, shocked to find that violence was going on in there.)
But I keep my soft spot for Peyton Manning and was happy to read about his record-tying seven-touchdowns game last week. A new book about the former Indianapolis Colts quarterback’s first year in Denver is proving popular here. It’s called No Plan B: Peyton Manning’s Comeback with the Denver Broncos and was written by Mark Kiszla of The Denver Post. I’ve been telling myself that if Manning can just win another Super Bowl, then I’ll be done with the National Football League.
Admittedly, my wife is the more normal American, even among women. A 2011 survey found that 55 percent of women watch NFL games, along with 73 percent of men. Besides, she grew up in Ohio, and her high school team went unbeaten for two years. DNA, water, whatever, it’s ingrained. At least she’s equally interested in IU basketball, which is, of course, the more honorable distraction.
So, to be a good guy and do my part for the economy, I’m sure I’ll sit down a few times in front of our newly hand-us-down wide-screen TV (from our younger son, he now of the hundred-foot-wide screen for video games) and absorb blitzes and Hail Marys and commercials and then go out and buy what the TV wants me to buy. I’m a team player!