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I think Nick Hornby wrote the novel upon which the film Fever Pitch is based. It's his schtick, anyway: careless man obsessed with one particular hobby tries to cope with the rest of the world. In the case of Fever Pitch -- the British version, not the abhorrent American adaptation -- the story is also about a woman trying to comprehend what the hell. Her boyfriend is fascinated by football (soccer) and she just doesn't get it until his team goes to the playoffs and she realises that sports, like any other pastime, are a way that people build communities.

The only excuse I can see for the existence of American Football is that it creates this sort of community: people come up to the box office at intermission and say, "Hey, I don't suppose you know anything about the game?"

We, who have an internet realtime tracker on the game, reply, "Yeah, it's eighteen-fourteen Bears, three to go in the third."

Then they smile happily and go away.

Granted, it also vomits out people who phone us to ask if we'll have the game televised in the lobby during intermission. And the answer is no, because we are a theatre, not a sports bar. Still, it's kind of a funny story.

So the upshot is that the Chicago Bears are going to the Super Bowl, which means I'm probably going to have to at least acknowledge the existence of such a thing. I don't understand football; baseball was my thing in high school so I never really learned the rules or the random method of scoring. Doesn't do to let the side down, however.

I made ravioli and meat sauce for dinner tonight, and now I'm going to go read myself to sleep, because I have another all-day shift tomorrow. This working for a living shit is strictly for the birds, you guys.