My friends finally convinced me to come to our homecoming football game. I’m dangerously ignorant when it comes to watching football, but I decided it would be fun to go anyway.

I stood next to my friend Liz on the bleachers, half-cheering whenever everybody else did because we didn’t have too much of a clue as to what was happening. The ball would go flying, and we’d say, “Yay!… I think…” I understood some very basic calls, I could identify our team and our opponents, I got the fact that the game was a bunch of guys throwing around an almond shaped ball that rarely touched anybody’s feet. Beyond that I bet the bleachers had a better idea as to what was going on than I did.

Then I decided to make things interesting. After our team was done with its set of downs (whatever you call that) & the ball was kicked, in a fit of all-consuming geekiness I couldn’t help but shout, “It’s a parabola! It’s a parabola!”

I think I got a few odd looks for that. All Liz could do was collapse in a fit of laughter.