So, the Stupid Bowl was last week. On Sunday, I think. Or, thereabouts.
Olive and Emily were slightly confused about it. Here's a little conversation I overheard them sharing.
"What's up with this football thing?" Olive asked Emily. They were both in front of the TV (and subsequently moved as soon as they saw me coming with the camera - do your dogs do that?), as a sports report was on.
"It's the way the humans work up an appetite," Emily answered.
"This weekend," the sportscaster was announcing, "Peyton Manning will do this and that and theotherthing for the amazing Broncos..." I guess that's what he said. I don't know. I don't watch sports. I sure don't watch football. And don't write me nasty notes. It's a free country. I don't have to like football.
"They chase a funny ball around a muddy field, usually in the snow or rain - for some reason they like being out in bad weather, chasing this funny looking ball around," Emily was explaining. "It makes them hungry and they order pizza and wings afterwards."
I do not know where she got that idea from. I mean, everyone knows you order wings and pizza during the game.