Consider placing two flat screen plasma TV’s side by side in your living room smack dab in front of your couch. You’ve got beer, snacks a-lots and fresh batteries in your clicker.

One particular Television has an NFL game on and the other has a Significant League Baseball game and they both start at the identical time.

Besides this getting lots of sports fans’ notion of hog heaven and even greater than clicking back and forth among games with only one Tv, it’s enjoyable to watch the variations in between these two pro sports. Watching the NFL on Television is a weekly ritual baseball is on every evening of the week, but watching the two combined is virtually as rewarding as joining a Cowboy cheerleader snuggle-fest.

And that is exactly what I did recently (not the snuggle-fest, but the two TV’s point). Here’s what occurred:

The football game started with a enormous kick to the opposing team, and a line of 250-pound plus males with murder in their eyes started charging just after the poor slob who caught the ball. Immediately after a handful of seconds he was crushed by his pursuers, becoming the bottom man in a incredibly scary adult male pig-pile. MLB players tend to be a small mellower and much less physical, but all pro players in any sport need to be robust. Football players take steroids, baseball players get caught.

Meanwhile, the MLB game started off a tiny much less exciting. My heart rate and pulse began to slow down as I watched the catcher and pitcher play catch as the batter just stood there spitting and adjusting his crotch. I got rapidly bored and turned back to the NFL game.

In a matter of a 3 minute span two men had been injured, with one obtaining his ankle relocated to his armpit. A touchdown was scored, the ball changed hands twice, and a complete lot of tackling, smashing, crunching and finger-breaking happened.
Football is far more of an quick gratification, ADD-friendly game to watch.

bintang4d glanced back at the MLB game for a couple of minutes. Two strikeouts and 4 fly outs came and went and we have been already in the second inning, with tiny action to show for it. A baseball game is a lot more of a sensible-old-man kind of sport, exactly where patience and number-crunching are paramount. It reveres serenity.

Football reveres mayhem. Watching football gets me angry and all charged up. Watching baseball tends to make me sleepy. In reality, I usually like to watch the very first two or three innings, fall asleep, and then wake up to catch the last couple of innings. Watching football players hit every single other full force and light each and every other up is thrilling, and dozing is out of the question. Watching a single grown man with ball in glove chase a further grown man to tag him in a pickle is sort of funny.

As ten,000 commercials played on the football Television, I had a handful of minutes to catch up on my MLB game. Finally, in the bottom of the third, a man hit the ball and dropped it in the right field gap for a single. All the baseball players, like the guy operating up to initially base, seemed quite pleasant. Why not be? They had been playing in a good park, on a good warm and sunny day and no a single had even broken a sweat however. The batter reached 1st base and began chatting with the opposing team’s 1st baseman. They started smiling and obtaining a great time with each and every other. My lip-reading expertise are not what they utilised to be but I assume I saw one say to the other, “Hi Johnny! How’s the wife undertaking? It really is been a although due to the fact we saw her. We’ve got to get collectively sometime quickly.”

Growing restless, I turned back to the NFL game just in time to see 1 man standing more than a writhing and groaning man on the turf. I assume I saw his lips yelling, “Hey Bruno, while we had been obtaining breakfast collectively this morning, your wife told me to tackle you into subsequent Tuesday, did I do a fantastic job?”

In the incredibly subsequent play a operating back was nailed in a bone-splitting tackle. Certainly, his bone did split, and then protruded appropriate out of his bloody skin causing a wave of nausea to spread over the crowd.

Fascinated but horrified, I rapidly turned to the baseball game and witnessed a wild pitch hit the batter on the finger. The batter yelped and had to sit the rest of the game out, his pinky was smarting.

To replace the bone-sticking-out-of-his-leg guy in the NFL game, a bulky player with flowing dreadlocks sticking out of his helmet began lumbering onto the field. He had a big cast on his arm that looked like a large club. With the hand completely encased, forming a huge bulbous weapon, he shook it as his opponents in defiance while possibly struggling to stick one particular unique finger up, and then reluctantly joined the huddle.

It was nearing the halftime and so several timeouts had been named that they seemed to have run out of commercials to play. So the cameras began scanning the crowd. It was a lot colder where this game was becoming held, and I could see people’s breath. I also saw a guy in shorts and no shirt who had painted his skin from head to toe in his NFL team’s colors. His head was shaved and also painted, and he was wearing a major pig’s nose on his face.

As I briefly scanned the crowd on the other Television, I saw lots of folks in button down, brief sleeve shirts, baseball caps and gloves on, waiting expectantly for that ever-elusive foul ball.

The initially half began to wind down in the NFL game, and I actively awaited gratuitous shots of hot cheerleaders. I was rewarded with lots of silly pompom waving and cleavage. I then happily turned back to the MLB game but only saw three heavy-set girls shoving sausage dogs and peanuts in their mouths.

At halftime I got a likelihood to go to the bathroom and grab an additional cold beer and a lot more snacks. There is in no way a big break in baseball, and each and every time I go to the bathroom while watching baseball I constantly miss the significant play, which of course occurred this time too.

My MLB game continued to plod along when I got back, inducing the one of a kind ball-strike-out hypnotic state that only baseball can lead to. I was about to doze off when I was jarred out of my trance by the flashy touchdown dance I saw on my other Tv. The guy who just scored was moonwalking across the uprights whilst flapping his arms like wings. He then proceeded to do a magnificent swan dive which turned into a double summersault with a twist and lastly landed perfectly on the field.