Imagine if you will sitting in a room about 10 minutes before your team is going to play its bowl game. In this room is you, your wife, your sister in law, your brother in law, your father in law, an uncle who smells of scotch and cigarettes and a screaming baby that just happens to belong to said sister and brother in law. Dante left a circle of hell out when he wrote the Inferno.
What would we do without sports during the holidays? How would we get through thanksgiving with our great aunt Mildred who insists that we listen to her stories about the good ole days when “those people” knew their place and you could buy a car with three dollars and thirty-two cents? How important is it that we have sports on a holiday. It’s so important that I find myself eagerly awaiting the start of the Lions game. The LIONS! Simply put, we have to have these escapes. Watching the Lions in their annual turkey day termination has probably gotten me through more thanksgivings then a bottle of Jack and a metric assload of horse tranquilizers ever could have.
If we couldn’t escape into the world of sports during the holidays what would we do? There is only so much of the in-laws that a man can take. But thanks to sports we don’t have to consider what the barrel of your shotgun would taste like. (cold, hard and with a somehow tangy yet zincky taste to it by the way) With sports we can block all of that out, we can yell at the TV and also drink your fill of beers without being “judged.” Sports gives us something to do, something to look forward to other then sleeping in and going to bed early to avoid the most vapid members of your family. Simply put, without sports I feel that the holidays would turn into a bloodbath of anger and frustration that would quite possibly result in the fall of western civilization. Sports gives you an excuse to be anti-social, an excuse to ignore the nagging questions, an excuse to curse in front of your 98 year old great-grandmother.
So, the next time you think to yourself, “who the hell wants to watch the Lions get their asses kicked on thanksgiving?” You have an answer, Red does.
Tourists can ski to their hearts’ content in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. The famous tourist spots like Torremolinos and Malaga are close to these mountains, and ski-lovers can spend hours enjoying their sport. Late spring is the ideal time for skiing in the morning and sunbathing in the noon hours.
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