On the way back, we went to the Crab House for dinner so that Mike could eat a huge Dungeness Crab. It took him at least an hour and a half, but I didn't mind because I was enjoying watching American Football on the TV screen right over our booth. Mike hates American Football and doesn't know what the rules are, so it is fun to ask him. I think that it consists of the opposing teams lining up in the middle of the field. When the guy in the middle drops the ball, each team member makes a dash for his opposite number and starts trying to beat him up. It's alright, they don't get hurt because they're wearing more armour than a medieval knight in a tournament. Since all you can see is their arms, more than half of them have taken to tattooing their arms all over as a means of self-expression. The good thing about the helmets is that they have headphones built in, and on the sidelines are a bunch of guys strutting up and down with microphones over their mouths, yelling encouragements. The cheerleaders are just for show.
|Crabs and football!|