It's the novelty of it. It's being able to watch thirteen football games on a Sunday. Never before have I had this opportunity. On the other hand, it never really occurred to me that I might want to watch thirteen football games in one day.
So for the sake of the novelty, I sat on the couch with two remotes in my hand, flipping frantically. It's amazing how little action there is in a football game, when you boil away the huddles and time outs and breast-beating, in-your-face posturing. I can't prove this, but I think you could tape an NFL game, fast-forward through the fluff between plays, and save about three hours of a three-and-a-half hour game.
Seven of the games I watched were on at the same time, starting at ten this morning. (That means I had to be up and dressed by ten, which is a scoop in itself. Wasn't this Sunday?)
At first I would flip up and down the channel lineup, moving on to the next game as soon as a play was finished. Yes, I missed a few plays that way, but I got a feel for which games were going to turn out to be the most interesting. By the time the early games were drawing to a close, I was focused on the ones in Cleveland and Green Bay, with occasional glances at the last minutes of the other games.
What with the football pool I'm in, I had a rooting interest in every game. (That's the same reason I always pick the 49ers, even when I'm not totally confident in their chances to win.) So when the Packers pulled it out with a last-second field goal, at the same time the Steelers were blowing their last shot at coming back against the Browns, I was involved (and happy, by the way, since I picked both winners in those games correctly).
The late games started at the same time as a baseball game I was interested in, so I didn't give them as much attention. I did keep track between innings, and since the baseball game ended early, I watched the finishes of the close football games.