winning/ athletic and cinematic

I am not a sports fan.   HOWEVER.....if there is anything at all that pits a New York team against a Boston or New England team, give me a front row seat.  So it was with great excitement  that I toodled up to my brother's home yesterday to watch  the Jets teach the Patriots about football. 

The game, though was often a side bar in how the afternoon played itself out.  For in this room of three females outnumbered by males, I noticed a distinct difference in how men and women see the world. The decibel level when a Jets pass was completed, or a touchdown scored reached levels that only dogs could hear.  While the females noted the handsome profile of a player or how cute the small running back was, the males in the room were basically having out-of-body experiences.  There was so much testoterone in that room that I thought the wallpaper was going to start growing hair!   My nephew, a quarterback for his own high school team lept so many times  in front of the HUGE TV screen that dominated the room that at times  it seemed you were watching gazelles at full speed on the Discovery Channel.

And don't dare talk to any of them men while the game is in progress or the response will be loud neanderthal growling in your direction or total deafness to your question or comment.  They are in the ZONE and no women are allowed.  It is amazing that whether 16, 36, or 66, there is absolutely no change in the knee jerk response to a football game.  It must be genetic.  And while most people use the commercials as a break time or to socialize, here commercials became times for full scale discussions of the previous plays.   What to do??  What is this antidote for this???

A-a-a-h-h-h,  the Golden Globe awards..Yes!!!!  So I rushed home, made a little "nest" for myself on the floor, got comfy and turned on the boobtube.  And flooding out of the television like an overblown media tsunami, what did we have??  Ricky Gervais insulting recipients left, right and sideways, prompting Robert Downey to call him out on his "meanspiritedness"; Robert DeNiro accepting a lifetime achievement award with a "heartfelt" speech for which he had to instruct the teleprompter guy  to speed up because his lines were getting tangled; recipients reading lists of names of their awards speech as if their script was a telephone directory and  some actresses dressed in gowns that would want to make the fashion police have a most wanted, or should I say unwanted list for visual crimes.

But the piece de resistance was awarding "Social Network" picture of the year.  I loved "The King's Speech"and although  I have not seen "Black Swan"  all the rave reviews gives one the impression this should have been the winner.  And by the way how do you reward a movie about a networking entity that had done more to alienate people, eliminate conversations over coffee, negate hugs and embraces, diminish personal interaction, phone calls, hearing another's voice and every other subtlety that brings human beings together and fully present to one another??

Maybe the full on body blows, shoulder grabbing, yelling in your face and all out larger-than-life emotion watching a football game with a bunch of guys is not such a bad thing after all.