There.... I said it. I hate football. No, I despise football. Yup, I'll have every football freak in America telling me I'm a sick puppy, but that's ok - it won't change my mind. They aren't afraid to show how much they love the sport, so I can admit to how much I hate it. Why do I dislike it so much? It started 23 years ago when I started commuting to work to Harrisburg and every other Friday night in the fall, I'd sit in a traffic jam with a bunch of JoePA freaks. All I wanted to do was get home from work and couldn't' because of the jam up of football fanatics heading to State College. That sucked. The disgust with the game grew more over the past few years because of TV. Sure, I could change the channel -- if I could. We live in rural PA without cable, so when the 4 channels we get have football on 3 of them (not to mention we now have Sunday night, Monday night, and I believe a couple other nights too), I'm again not a happy camper. You see, I seldom watch TV, so when I finally sit down to relax a little in front of the tube and there's nothing but football on, I'm sick and the cuss words start flying. I won't even get into the game itself and the fans. I may be crossing the line on that one. Suffice it to say, I hate football. I think I'll go ride a bike or something.