9cherries

**disclaimer: we’re still getting back into this whole ‘writing’ thing, so expect some hiccups with some of these posts here and there**

Chris Cooley at Washington Redskins Training Camp

We love football. Love it. And we’re not just talking about ourselves here at 9cherries. We as an American people FUCKING LOVE the sport of football. We love high school football; We love college football; We love pro football to the point of scary, creepy obsession. We use football terms as euphamisms conversationally as much as humanly possible.

Watching steroid-addled freaks (don’t even try to tell me that shit is limited to baseball, that’s a whole ‘nother rant) line-up to commit attempted murder every 35 seconds for 3 1/2 hours has unquestionably become the highlight of our collective lives. We obsess over the numerals that are sewn onto the jerseys these ‘men’ wear into battle. We cheer broken appendages, jeer our neighbors, and lose our fortunes while doing it. We ready ourselves for the season more sometimes than even the teams we watch, all-the-while studying stats and ‘fantasy’ implications far harder than we ever did for the SATs. Apply this same enthusiasm to most any other life pursuit, and you’d be labeled as a ‘geek,’ ‘nerd,’ or ‘blogger’; attending ‘cons’ of the comic variety; and quite frankly, being the opposite of whatever cool is in this day and age.

What does all this say about us?

What does it say about our country/civilization/society’s collective mindset?

Have we in fact become Ancient Rome?

Is it bad that we think this a good thing?

We say this: training camp has started, the countdown has begun, so bring it on fucktards.