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People frequently ask me if I am going to watch this game or that game, referring to college football. These questions amuse me because, as you probably know, I could care less about sports. When it comes to college football, there is only one question that matters. Is it a home game? Living close to
Doak Campbell Stadium, this simple fact is crucial when planning to drive anywhere on game day.
Anyway, my favorite and often accurate response—"What game?"—generally provokes a stunned expression. The friendly
Publix cashier on New Year's Eve, who had been happily chatting while scanning my items, said nothing further after I responded instead with a succinct "no." Honestly, I really enjoy this little game because the amazement others express at my answers equal my own amazement over everyone else's total obsession.
I gave the standard reply when asked today about my interest in sports and plans to watch some bowl game tonight. But after a few seconds, an idle neuron fired in my brain bringing to the surface information I had apparently subconsciously obtained via
NPR this morning. I quickly followed up by correctly identifying the
Alabama Crimson Tide and
Texas Longhorns as the opponents, surprising even myself.
Understood. My interest in Magic games is solely because I need to know the parking situation for the Bob Carr.