Got a new toy the other day – a Digital Video Recorder, or DVR. Lets me record up to two programs while watching a third, all at the same time. And while I’m watching, I can have screen-in-screen so I can see two programs at the same time. This stuff is like NASA!
I figure, if I plan it just right, I may be able to watch all sixteen NFL games in one setting.
My wife doesn’t understand why I like watching football. What’s not to like? Eleven men the size of Rhinos, taking out their aggression on eleven Hippopotami, in one mass pile of choreographed mayhem. It’s a thing of beauty!
My obsession with football may have something to do with our modern culture. Back in cave man days, if someone messed with your stuff you let him have it across the head with your club. Down through history, men settled their differences in manly ways, with fisticuffs, or you meet in the street at high noon, take ten paces, turn and fire. Things men like to do.
Now days, if someone messes with your stuff, you hire an attorney, file a temporary restraining order and initiate a lawsuit. Somebody tell me, how much fun is that?
So we live out our aggression vicariously, sitting in front of the tube, yelling and screaming, booing and high-fiving for three hours, watching a football game. And if you really want to have some fun, you invite a friend over to watch it with you.
So, tell me Del, where are you going with this? What is the spiritual lesson?
To be honest, I’m really not sure. I just wanted to tell you about my new DVR.
Go Seahawks!
