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Looking at the NFL against MLB
Imagine next two flat screen televisions plasma side by side in the living room smack in front of your sofa. You have beer, snacks and plenty of fresh batteries in the clicker.
A TV has an NFL game on it and the other has a baseball game and Major League Baseball the two begin at once.
In addition to this idea of being sports fans of many hog heaven and even better than clicking back and forth between parties with only a television, it's fun to see the differences between these two professional sports. Watching the NFL on TV is a weekly ritual, baseball is on every night of the week, but seeing the two combined is almost as rewarding as joining a Cowboy cheerleader snuggle-fest.
And that is exactly what I did recently (not the snuggle festival, but the TV of both.) This is what happened:
The football game began with a kick to the massive opposing team, and a row of men, more than 250 pounds with murder in their eyes began charging after the poor devil who caught the ball. After a few seconds he was crushed by his pursuers, becoming the bottom man in a very scary adult boar hair. MLB players tend to be somewhat smooth professional players and less physical, but in any sport needs to be strong. Football players take steroids, baseball players get caught.
Meanwhile, the MLB game started a little less exciting. My heartbeat and pulse rate began to decline, while watching the receiver and the game as pitcher catches batting stood there spitting and adjusting his crotch. I got bored quickly and turned to the NFL game.
Within a span of three minutes Two men were injured, with the ankle was moved to the armpit. A touchdown was scored, the ball changed hands twice, and a lot to address, smashing, crunching and finger unprecedented happened. Football is more than immediate gratification, ADD-friendly game look.
I looked back in MLB game for a couple of minutes. Two strikeouts and four fly outs and went and we are already in the second inning, with little action to prove it. A baseball game is more of a kind of the wise old-man sport, where patience and number-crunching are paramount. It reveres serenity.
Football worships chaos. Watching football makes me angry and all charged up. Watching baseball makes me sleepy. In fact, usually like to see the first innings of two or three, fall asleep and then wake to catch the last innings. Displaying football players hit another full force and light each other is exciting, and dozing is out of the question. Display a grown man with the ball in the glove chase another grown man that label on a pickle is kind of funny.
As a player, 10,000 ads on TV football I had a few minutes to catch up on my MLB game. Finally, at the bottom of the third, a man hit the ball and dropped it into the hole in the garden right for a single. All baseball players, including the type running to first base, seemed quite nice. Why not? They were playing in a park pleasant surroundings in a warm and sunny day, and nobody had broken a sweat so far. The batter reached first base and started chatting with the first base of the opposing team. It began to smile and a great time with them. My lip reading skills are not what they used to be, but I think I saw one say to another: "Hi Johnny! How is the woman doing? It's been a while since I saw her. We have to meet sometime soon. "
The increasing concern, I turned to the NFL game fair in time to see a man standing on a man writhing and groaning on the grass. I think I saw his lips yelling, "Hey Bruno, while having breakfast together this morning, his wife told me to address you on the next Tuesday, I did a good job? "
On the next play, a runner was nailed in a bone-sharing address. In fact, the bone was divided, and then go out to the right of your skin, causing a bloody wave of nausea to spread over the crowd.
Fascinated, but horrified, I quickly got into the baseball game and witnessed a wild pitch in the batter's beaten finger. The batter yelped and had to sit the rest the game out, his pinky was smarting.
To replace the type of bone-sticking-out-of-your-leg in the NFL game, a player of great volume, with curls paste flow out of heavy hull started in the field. There was a large cast on his arm that looked like a great club. With the other hand totally encased, forming a weapon large bulb, shook him and his opponents in defiance while possibly struggling to stick a finger in particular, and then reluctantly joined the bunch.
They approached the waiting time-time and many had been called that seemed to have run out of ads to play. So the cameras start to scan the crowd. It was a cold land where the game was being held, and I could see the breath of people. I saw a man in shorts and no shirt who had painted the skin from head to toe in the colors of your NFL team. His head was shaved and painted, and wore a big pig nose on your face.
As briefly scanned the crowd TV on the other, I saw many people on the button below, short-sleeved shirts, baseball caps and gloves on, that is just waiting ever-elusive foul.
The first half began to relax in the NFL game, and I hoped actively cheerleaders free hot shots. I was rewarded with a bunch of fools waving pompoms and cleavage. Then he turned happy to play MLB, but only saw three burly women shoving sausage dogs and peanuts in his mouth.
At halftime I had the opportunity go to the bathroom and grab another cold beer and appetizers. There is never a great opportunity in baseball, and every time I go to the bathroom while watching baseball always miss the big play, which of course happened this time too.
My MLB game continued to plod along when I got back, inducing the unique ball attack hypnotic state that baseball can not but provoke. She was about to fall asleep when I was jarred from my trance by the flashy touchdown dance I saw in my Other television. The guy who just scored moonwalk through the posts, while waving his arms like wings. He then proceeded to make a magnificent song of swan became a double summersault with a twist and finally landed perfectly in the field.
Then I quickly caught the reproduction of the work big baseball had failed. Someone hit a grand slam, rounded the bases and was greeted by a large, warm, bouncing in unison group hug.
After a while, the two sets of composition which had experienced a full range of emotions. Both games are able to see perfectly and if you can move the mountain Russian stimulation, watching football and baseball at the same time is a blast. I decided to keep both the plasma TV off the table permanently
Finally, no football vs. baseball article could be complete without mentioning one of the masters of comedy and this subject, George Carlin. Here a quote from Carlin's famous monologue that inspired this article:
"And finally, the objectives of the two games are completely different:
In football the goal is for the quarterback, also known as the field general that the target with his aerial assault, riddles defense by hitting his receivers with deadly accuracy in spite of the bombings, even if you have to use the shotgun. With short bullet passes and long bombs, he marches his troops into enemy territory the balance of this aerial assault with a ground attack maintains that blows holes in the wall ahead of the enemy, the defensive line. In baseball the object is re- home! And to be sure! – I hope I'll be safe at home! "
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