I have mixed feelings about watching sporting events with my clan.  I get caught up in the excitement when the Packer game is about to begin on Sunday afternoon.  My family is home and there's a buzz in the air (not to mention food in the family room!).  Once the game begins I always watch for the "red dog" play.  It's my favorite even though I'm black.  Of course red dogs come in many varieties, but in football the "red dog" play is another name for a blitz.  I can picture myself streaking towards the quarterback and flying through the air for a few seconds (cameras catch the pose) before hitting him with great momentum.  If someone rubs a little steak juice on his uniform, I'll be there in a flash.  I'll use my Reggie White club move to get around the tackle, sneak between the legs of the fullback who is back in protection, and hit the quarterback with a resounding thud in the chest.  Of course, I would need to be travelling at about eighty miles an hour to have momentum to faze him with my 50 pound weight, but the sight of my teeth coming at him might encourage him to go down quietly.  In my down-time, which is most of my day; I often dream of playing competitive sports.  Do you believe dogs should be able to play in the NFL?  What we lack in size could be made up in quickness.  Imagine the grace of a dog wide receiver flying through the air, catching a frisbee.  Perhaps we could change the rules and use frisbees instead of footballs to accommodate us dogs.  It could add another whole dimension to the game, no?
     Okay, back to reality.  The down side of football Sunday is when my family sees a great play and erupts into screaming and hysterics.  Besides hurting my ears, this type of activity makes me nervous and causes concern for the sanity of my favorite food providers.  I'm glad the Packers only play once a week!