But to get me to park my butt for over two hours in one sitting is a biiig ask.
Live? Yes. Can do.
With a little plastic glass of something bubbly, a few pieces of sushi and fellow spectators to keep me entertained.
In front of the box, not so much.
So, I love a bit of AFL football. A little bit at a time.
I'm interested in the scores, so check in every now and then when a game's on. I like watching the end of quarters and particularly, the final minutes of games.
When I do have to watch for extended periods, like when 'spending time' with Hubby, I find that engaging in a bit of innocent 'Armwatch' is a most pleasurable way to pass the time. It's a little like 'Baywatch' but instead of watching sets of (often artificially enhanced) jugs bounce along the sand I'm watching sets of (sometimes artificially enhanced - but the AFL are onto it) guns bounce around the field.
|*Thank you, The West Australian.|
I read the sports section for the articles, I swear.
Well, ahem, developed arm muscles seem to be part and parcel of AFL football. I won't becomplaining about that aspect of 'footy club culture' anytime soon.
You don't even have officially 'perv', crane your neck or stand over the players to catch glimpses of arm action. It's all right out there, with the uniforms specifically chosen to allow us unlimited visual access to the guns. There is no requirement for elbows to be digitally pixelated or appeals for players to show some decency and only reveal a teaser of the arm.
Are you a sports fan / perv?