Let us all gather around the television and watch men in tights lunge after a ball while the people we love scream and yell. I think this is such a splendid, intelligent notion.
In years past, I have retreated up to my room to hide under the covers with Netflix or book. However, today I will not be so lucky. You see, my father tactfully bribed me to sit through the entirety of the game. If I watch--and the Seahawks win--he will buy me a new American Girl doll.
At first I thought he was joking. A doll = a football game? How could I possibly say no! Perhaps the Seahawks may not win, but what if they did and I let this fantastic chance merely slip through my fingers because I didn't wish to watch men run across the screen? I can like men if I have to.
I'll let you know if I survive.
In other news, here are some photographs of Jack.
Yeah, see what a real man looks like? You wouldn't find him wearing tights!
Nah, he's good with simply wearing tight jeans. They're so much groovier and you don't feel obligated to hurl yourself at a ball (or other men) while wearing them.
I'd even go so far to say that he's a stud in his new outfit. Yeah, don't let it go to your head, Jack.
Let's have everyone root for the Seahawks so I get my doll, because this is a good plan. Otherwise all of my watching will be for not.