Watching football the other day with Gary, I was enjoying him explaining the finer points of the game (though I am still befuddled why anyone watches anything not involving ice, a puck, and checking). I asked a few questions about the rules of the game and tried to get into watching it.
A burning question developed in my brain. I turned to Gary and asked, “Knowing they are going to be falling down and rolling around in grass and dirt and mud, why on earth do so many football teams have white uniform pants?”
Gary looked at me like I spontaneously sprouted a second head, burst into flames, and proclaimed my undying love for Justin Bieber, all the while speaking tongues and swiveling my head Exorcist-style.
“What?” I asked defensively. “I’m just saying…I’d hate to do that laundry.”
Gary returned to his game, still shaking his head. I am still left wondering why a sport involving so much interaction with the ground would compel any player to wear white, for crying out loud.