And I hate Buffalo, so I’m certainly not interested in any Buffalo teams, so no worries there. Neither do I feel demographically like I fit with NYC! So I would probably pick New England, if I had to.
I’m a recent convert to the sport, and I learned about the nickel defense in that same game! The commentators said something about Nickelback, and I thought “why are they talking about that stupid band?” But then i found out that it’s something to do with… um… damn, I forget. Something to do with the middle of the field? Anyone want to help me out here?
Regardless, my football experience is going well, and my only failure so far with choosing teams to arbitrarily support when I watch was with the Baltimore game.
Things I’ve learned:
The Seahawks aren’t anywhere near as good as I hoped they’d be
The Colts used to have a terrible defense, but now their defense is good, incredibly.
Peyton Manning can do some pretty damn good things, and he also charters planes to help out in New Orleans.
Randy Moss is pretty dangerous.
If you have a sign that contains the letters E, S, P and N, you will appear on TV.
The nickel back is generally the fifth defensive back on the depth chart, often a backup cornerback. A nickel defense is when the nickelback comes onto the field and usually a linebacker leaves, to make a 4-2-5 defense consisting of four down linemen, two linebackers, and five defensive backs. This is used in passing situations when the defensive team wants a DB instead of a LB on the field, as DBs are on average faster players who defend against the pass rather than solid players who defend against the run. In comparison, the standard “Base 4-3-4” defense has four down linemen, three linebackers, and four defensive backs – two cornerbacks and two safeties.
Well, you’re the OP, so I guess I am now compelled. Plus you’re cute … OK, rewind to Dec, 1981 or Early Jan. 1982. I am a Freshman at the University of Rochester (fugly city, but that’s a different rant). Student Union organizes an outing to Buffalo to see a football game. Which I join, but only because they’re playing the Patriots, and I’m hoping (even then) to see all the Bufallo fan’s noses ground in the dust (or just left outdoors for 15 minutes or so…) Remember, this is LATE in the regular season. Playoffs are on the line.
FF a few hours… Pats are up by a few points, bills have the ball somewhere inside their own half (so irrelevant whether they were 2 or 5 down)… with basicly no time on the clock. First and 10, Hail Mary… incomplete. 2[sup]nd[/sup] and 10… (or maybe third, it’s all blurry now)… up goes the ball into the Pats’ end-zone. In and out of a Patriot’s hands, back up in the air, bobbled around a bit more for good measure… and… finally… caught by one of the Bills’ players for a TD and the win… :mad: :mad:
The first live NFL game I had ever attended… and still the only one… :eek:
You are well on the way to glory!
… and I’m still holding out for saoirse to ask me nicely. For something. Anything…
When I was growing up, my dad always watched football games on TV, and I think even took me to one or two, but it still took me until touch football in highschool gym class to discover the whole downs thing.
I enjoy watching the game, and understand it a bit better these days, but will still forget things like the nickel defense approximately 2.5 seconds after they’re patiently explained to me for the 43rd time. I can recite “The Walrus and the Carpenter” from memory, but my brain absolutely refuses to retain football-related information for longer than five minutes. Except for that one time …
… my favorite football moment comes from back in my married days. It was a Sunday, the pre-game show was on the radio and the hometown Eagles were getting ready to take on the hated Cowboys. My husband and I were driving over to a friend’s house to watch the game, and he stopped to run into a store for a pack of cigarettes. While he was in the store, I was idly listening to the pre-game chat, and one of the commentators said, “In order for the Eagles to win this game, they’re going to have to stuff Novacek at the line of scrimmage and stop him from getting into his pattern.” This was all so much gibberish as far as I was concerned, but I thought it worth remembering. About half an hour later while we were watching the game, I idly commented, “You know, the Eagles really have to find a way to stuff Novacek at the line of scrimmage and stop him from getting into his pattern.” My husband looked at me as if I had suddenly been possessed by an alien lifeform. It was another half-hour before I told him that I was just parroting something on the radio. It seemed to ease his mind considerably.
You see, I love football, but I can’t follow discussions let that. When I play, I’m usually one of the fat kids in the center that either tries to stop the other fat kids from hitting our quarterback or tries to hit their quarterback. Simple enough for me.
I didn’t start really following football until college despite being in high school marching band for four years. That’s mostly because a) the team was much better, b) the atmosphere was much better (40,000 seat dome as opposed to a set of bleachers), c) college post-season results in a trip to somewhere warm as opposed to high school where you wind up playing until December outdoors.
The Eagles are usually much better than they were on Monday. I hope.
As a somewhat rabid Cowboys fan, I have to say that I miss Jay Novacek more than any other player Dallas has lost. There wasn’t anything he couldn’t do–pass, receive, run, kick, hold–and he did it well. He deserved the name “Paycheck!”
And I have to agree that watching with friends and family adds to the fun (although I enjoy watching alone, too!). When Dallas is playing well (OK, that’s not as often as I’d like), we have a ball cheering. When the play is crappy, I have a sister whose scathing sarcasm has me rolling in the floor (which keeps ME from having a temper fit!).
You know, this may be one of the few households where NFL Sunday Ticket is purchased for the WOMAN of the house–my DH couldn’t care less about football (he’s too busy hunting), but I LOVE it!
Oh, and Bearflag70? While it’s an unusual reason to become a fan (it wasn’t mine–mine was because my daddy raised me right), I’d have to agree that Danny White really was pretty cute!