OK, so I went on Facebook and there was an icon for San Francisco. Oh, yes. I clicked and shared. I love San Francisco. We did street performance there back in the ’80s. Oh, wait. Football. That’s okay. I liked San Francisco in the playoffs too.
You may have guessed. I’m am not a football fanatic. I haven’t watched a game in thirty plus years. But there I was in a Boston hotel room a few weeks ago and the game was on. You can’t watch a game and not pick a team, right? So, I picked the Ravens. I love ravens. They squawk and talk to me in the garden all the time.
A few days later, I was in a brownstone in Brooklyn and the game was on. San Francisco. Cool. Like I said, I love the city. I picked a team.
I forgot about all that rivalry when I got back to Bellingham. Then, the reminder today. This time I don’t have to think about picking a team. One of my teams is playing. San Francisco. So I re-post it. People like it.
Then I talked to my son and happen to ask who San Francisco is playing. (See what I mean. I really don’t pay much attention to this brutal game.) OH NO. They’re playing the Ravens? No way. I have to pick a team. How do I un-pick San Francisco. I have to pick the Ravens or those black beauties in my garden will really scold me. Of course I pick the Ravens.
But I couldn’t find an icon on Facebook to support them. Only some non-sanctioned pages. My friends will think I’m schizophrenic. This team. That team. Go figure. It’s out of my hands. I obviously have great skill at picking a winning team.
My son also told me the game was tomorrow. Oh. I have tickets to go to the theatre. So, keep an eye on those Ravens for me