Rumor has it that the 2015-2016 football season will finally end Sunday when they get around
to playing the Super Bowl.
It's a season that's been going on since July--about 8 months ago.
"How time flies," My Neighbor Al, the Health Nut said today over a cup of Italian Dark Roast.
I haven't been thinking a lot about football
A day or two ago, I thought about the phrase related to football that we don't hear anymore.
It's this one: "He got his bell rung."
In the dark ages of football--like the 1950s and 1960s--a player who got his bell run used to be reason for being awarded a merit badge.
It meant that player hit someone, or got hit by someone, so hard that a concussion, a sudden and temporary loss of memory or other awful things resulted.
That was before chronic traumatic encephalopathy [CTE] creeped into our vocabulary, and before some critics started wondering if the playing of football was a wise thing for our young people to do.
Now getting your bell rung is definitely not a wise thing to have happen.
I was not a football player, and as far as I know, I've never had my bell rung.
I definitely do not regret it.
Furthermore, after thinking about it, I don't want my bell rung.
Experience has taught me that are other things in life that make me feel a whole lot better.