Wouldn’t that make a good book title? Or a play? Hm…

Anyways, I think it’s been proven through series of trials that football makes me insane. Not playing it, not watching it, but being present in the general vicinity of one before the game actually starts. When there’s crappy pop music blasting over the speakers and I’m wearing this full wool uniform and I can’t help but dance like an idiot.

INSANITY, MR. JONES!