Well, that NFL, it’s somethin’ else, ain’t it? One minute you’re up, next you’re down. Just like my old rooster, Bartholomew, one day he’s crowin’ at the sun, next day he’s fox food. These games, they got more ups and downs than a bumpy old dirt road. They get you all worked up for nothing, I tell ya.
And them referees, bless their hearts, they try. But sometimes, they just don’t see what everyone else sees. It’s like when I lose my glasses. Everything’s a blur! One time, they said there was no, what do you call it? Facemask? No facemask! Boy, I saw it clear as day from my kitchen! That referee, Tra Blake, said they didn’t see it good. Well, he needs to get his eyes checked, I say. It’s like watching my hens peckin’ for seeds, sometimes you gotta be quick!
Then there was that other one, Clete Blakeman, had somethin’ to say after the game too. All those words, just like my neighbor Mabel’s gossip, goes on and on. Sometimes I think these games are more talk than action, you know? They should just play the game!
That one coach, Mike Tomlin, he was madder than a wet hen. But them other fellas, the Eagles, they were probably happy as pigs in mud. That’s just how it goes, some win, some lose. Just like my garden, sometimes the tomatoes grow big and juicy, sometimes the squirrels get ’em first.
And now everyone is talkin about that game, Chiefs and Bills. They say it was gonna be a great touchdown, the best ever. And then, poof! It’s gone. Like when I bake a pie and it falls flat. All that work for nothin’. People calling on the phone, talking about it like it is the end of the world. That is NFL reacts. It’s just a game, folks! But it sure does get folks riled up, huh? Like when my dog, Buster, chases his tail, all that fuss for nothing.
- That NFL, they got 32 teams.
- Two big groups, they call ’em conferences.
- Then they got those smaller groups, divisions.
- Just like dividin’ up a quilt, all those patches.
They moved them hash marks way back when, in ’72. Said it would make the game more excitin’. Like addin’ more spice to your stew. Gotta keep things interestin’, I guess. They wanted more, what do they call it, offense. More action on that short side of the field. That’s what they always want, more, more, more. Like my grandkids wantin’ more cookies, never enough.
They got a plan, every time they get the ball. A play, they call it. Like a recipe for a cake, gotta follow the steps. Sometimes it works, sometimes it don’t. Just like my old John Deere, sometimes she starts right up, sometimes she just sputters and coughs.
Then you got them other fellas, the quality control. They watch them other teams, see what they’re doin’. Like keepin’ an eye on your neighbor’s garden, see what they’re growin’. Gotta know what you’re up against, I reckon. And they got it for offense and defense. These NFL teams, they sure do plan a lot.
This NFL reacts thing, it’s somethin’. Every little thing, they gotta talk about it. Every call, every play, every fumble. Like when my hens lay an egg, they gotta cackle about it for an hour. Just part of the game, I suppose. Keeps folks entertained, I guess. Better than watchin’ paint dry, as they say. Some people say that NFL game is more exciting than other games.
You see, people remember the bad calls more than the good ones. That’s human, I guess. Like me, I remember that time I burned the biscuits more than all the times I baked ’em perfect. It is a shame.
And that Jim Harbaugh, he was not happy with the calls that went against his Chargers. Said the referees got it wrong. Well, win some, lose some, that’s what I always say. You can’t always get the best part of the chicken. Sometimes you get the neck, sometimes you get the thigh. But the NFL season is long, they will get over it.
These players, they’re strong fellas, but they get hurt too. Just like my prize-winnin’ boar, Samson, he pulled a muscle one time chasin’ a sow. Even the toughest ones have their weak spots. That’s just life. And the NFL schedule is not easy.
At the end of the day, it’s just a game. A bunch of fellas runnin’ around, chasin’ a ball. But it sure does get folks excited. Like a barn dance on a Saturday night, everyone’s hootin’ and hollerin’. And that’s what it’s all about, I reckon. Havin’ a good time, even if them referees make a bad call every now and then. Just gotta roll with the punches, like they say. And keep your eye on the ball, whatever it is, a football, a hen, a pie in the oven, you just gotta keep on keepin’ on. That is the way how people react to the NFL.