Tuesday, November 20, 2007

them's fightin' words

I call bullshit on this.

Oh I don't dispute the fact that this Sunday's Grey Cup matchup between the Winnipeg Blue Bombers and the Saskatchewan Rough Riders will make for great football. Because it certainly will. An all-prairie Grey Cup game between two arch rivals who have never before in the history of the CFL had the opportunity to play each other in the big game is sure to make for great football.

I do, however, dispute the contention that this will not make for big tv numbers. Why, in our house alone, we plan to have two tvs showing the game. And I will pretend to watch.
We're going to need multiple tvs in order to accomodate, not only my brother (who is a veteran of one ill-fated Winnipeg Grey Cup - but that's a whole other sordid story that I will tell you sometime), but also all the Marthas plus the Martha-men. There will be much chomping of many hearty manly snacks, including my five-alarm chili. There will be a football pool, which we will put Grant in charge of. Except I won't let him write the game scores on my living room window with lipstick like he did at their house one year, unless he is willing to come over the next day to wash windows, but he can use Eva's old chalkboard set. I knew we saved that thing for some reason.
And I am going to make some green dip and some gold dip and see which one is more popular.
The Bombers (gold dip) are my hometown team, of course, and make me all nostalgic for my childhood. I have very vivid memories of my mom standing in front of the ironing board in the kitchen (the woman used to iron everything, I kid you not - pillowcases, underwear!) while listening to a Bomber game on the radio. This from a woman who finds hockey confusing.
But everybody loves the Riders (green dip) to some degree or other. They are Canada's team. With all the out-migration that Saskatchewan traditionally enjoyed, Rider pride has spread across the country, probably even the world. You have to love a team with such a rabid following.
And if you want to get yourself in a fighting mood for the big skull-cracking, manly displays of strength weekend, I would like to welcome you to head over to the Fall Reading Challenge, where I have finally posted a review of Chuck Palahniuk's Fight Club. No spoilers, either!


Allison said...

Despite years of being told how football works, I still don't understand it.

I hope you have a good weekend watching the game though. It does make me hungry for chips and dip :)

Karen said...

I'm so jealous of you and your football party. None of my friends/family like football, American or Canadian. Thank god for a coworker who's football crazy - every Monday morning for the past few weeks we've been comparing notes on the various games.

Football fever has swept Edmonton as well despite us not making the playoffs for two years in a row (stupid Danny M.). Honestly, I don't care which team wins, I'll be happy for either team but deep down I'm sort of cheering for the Riders.

668 aka neighbour of the beast said...

normally i'd go for the riders, but i just finished a contract at this job and one of the managers there who really pissed me off is a rider fan. hence, i'm rooting for the bombers.

me, hold a grudge? never! :)

Anonymous said...

Remember when he put his face onto the window and the grease mark was there for months? That was pretty gross.

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Deb said...

This post touched me on so many levels. No, not those kind!

First of all, love "the Martha men".

Secondly - I nearly died when I read the reference to your mother ironing underwear while listening to the game on the radio. Oh. My. God. We share the same mother? I thought my mom was the only one in THE WORLD who actually ironed underwear. Wow.

Third - what a great idea with the dips. The green will go faster as people will probably question the gold and it's intensity. I think I would go with the gold, just to be different. Because I'm sad to report that green overpowered my orange dip and I still have the bitter taste in my mouth. But I'm trying to digest it, really I am.

Yes, I am going crazy. So overtired.

We had the "all orange" Grey Cup snacks last year, so I really can't complain. Cheezies. Oranges. Seriously - we did.

Have a blast...ftr - I'll be watching the game. Wouldn't miss it.

Deb said...


Here's something that might help you understand it a bit better:

A guy took his blonde girlfriend to her first football game. They had great seats right behind their team's bench. After the game, he asked her how she liked the experience.

"Oh, I really liked it," she replied, "especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn't understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents."
Dumbfounded, her date asked, "What do you mean?"
"Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was: 'Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!' I'm like...Helloooooo? It's only 25 cents!!!!"

Allison said...

Hahaha Deb, that's cute! :)

But mainly for me, I just find it boring. Sorry, just the truth. I'll leave the sports to you gals.

John Mutford said...

I don't know if I've watched more than 30 minutes of a football game (collectively). Wish I could share in the enthusiasm though.

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

You gotta remember that it was a Toronto paper that wrote that smear job against your teams. The eastern papers dothe same thing here when midwest, southern, or west coast teams play in the "big games."

Your post brought back memories of watching the CFL on channel 9 which came out of Windsor. I used to dig the CBC, alas it's been since 1973 since I've seen it.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I will never understand football either, Al. I'm just there for the snacks and the comradery. Although Deb does a great explanation, doesn't she? I'm going to have to use that line about the quarterback this Sunday.

I'd be happy for either team too, Karen, but Winnipeg has a slight emotional edge. I have to admit I don't actually like the game itself, but I love the tradition.

I admire a really good grudge, 668. Hell, I'm German, it's what we do.

Oh now you are letting the internetz know how we never clean our windows, Eva! But yes, I'm keeping Grant away from the windows on Sunday.

Deb, I love your idea of colour-themed snacks! I wonder how green chili and gold chicken wings would go over here? Okay the wings might work, but...
Can you believe what people (read, women) used to iron? Amazing. I iron NOTHING! I buy my clothes based upon non-ironing.
I love your Grey Cup joke! If you were here on Sunday, you would be in charge of stand-up.

That's probably just a little short of what I have watched in my time, John, and I have attended several CFL games. I'm one of those annoying people who yack all through the game.

Good point, Dr M! Further evidence about the central Canada not giving a shit can be found in the stories of all these Saskatchewan fans driving 30+ hours to get to the Grey Cup and the people in Toronto don't even know they are hosting it.
I wonder if you can catch any of the Grey Cup on cbc.ca? For old times sake.

justacoolcat said...

Canadian football would be a lot cooler if they were on ice and skates.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

They often are on ice, JustA, they just haven't put two and two together yet and added the skates. Good plan.

Beth said...

I'm one of seven Southerners (another one being my Mama) who just doesn't get football.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I'm surprised they have not kicked you and your Mama out of the state yet, Beth. Fortunately for me, I only need to supply the food and sparkling conversation, and don't need to pretend to understand the game.

Dale said...

Nice review over there Barbara, worth the read, just like the book.

Football? None for me thanks. I'll have some of those eats though.

Anonymous said...

A Welsh friend calls it "crash helmet" football to distinguish it from "football" which is what the rest of the world calls the sport NAmericans call soccer.

He plays rugby and says crash helmet football is a girlie game because of all the padding they use.

Tell that to one of those refrigerators on the crash line.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I really wish you would come over to help us eat all this stuff, Dale. I went a little insane with the preparations and I feel sick just looking at all that food.

Ah those Welshies! They're tough buggers, but I still would not care to get in the way of a crash helmet football game, Gifted Typist.