My First Football Game

Last night, I attended my first football game EVER.
Yes, at age 27, I have never been to a live football game, nor done more than halfway glance at one my uncles or Dad had on TV.
But my sister is in marching band, so what can you do? She plays at halftime, so I went at halftime, bought a ticket, and took a seat for the sole purpose of watching the marching band.
I've never understood why people like watching sports. It never made much sense to me, what glued grown men to a TV screen where other grown men throw, catch, kick and dribble a little ball around.
At least five people asked me last night, why have I never been to a football game before?
My question was, why would I go?
I don't even like watching volleyball, which is a sport I understand. I played in junior high so I actually understand the rules and know when I have just seen a good play.
My knowledge of football (before last night) could be summed up in this:
Guys throw a ball across a long field and try to get to the end without getting knocked over. It's really just an excuse for guys to knock each other around, albeit with a lot of weird rules.
So imagine my surprise when, after the band left the field and the players came back on, I found the whole thing mildly entertaining. Especially when five guys mob the one player with the ball, and they all wind up in a huge pile on the ground. I was giggling so hard I nearly spilled my nachos, it was that funny.
Have you ever seen a two teenagers in football pads and helmets waltz across the grass? That was what a few of the tackle attempts looked like to me.
Of course, half of the entertainment wasn't on the field, it was in the stands. Everyone there seemed to have advice for the coach. They sit up high in the bleachers and shout instructions at the players, but you know nobody on the field can hear a word they say. Watching grown men jump up and down, bounce on the edge of their seats and hang their heads in their hands all because of a few kids and a lemon-shaped ball. There's nothing quite like it.
It's infectious. I think I cheered at one point. Me. Cheered. Because a kid caught a ball and then got a face full of grass.
Ah, the weird ways of the world.
I actually stayed for the end of the game.
We lost. :(
But it was fun. Football. Fun.
In my wildest dreams, I never would have imagined that.