Today was a sick day. It was awful. What with the sneezing and the coughing and the not being able to eat pizza. Man. Just awful. Thankfully, those brilliant bastards from The League were around to cheer me up with hours and hours of fierce and funny shit-talking. I must have watched, like, eight episodes today. And I still want more.
Like I said on the Facebooken yesterday, I feel like an idiot for allowing my hate of all things sporty to keep me from watching this great show. Yes The League is about a bumbling bropack obsessed with the sport of demon doucheburgers, football, but it’s hilarious. I hate football. Even the word “football” gives me gross flashbacks of my dad chugging beers in front of the TV and waking me up from my couch coma by screaming at some random quarterback who, of course, couldn’t hear him BECAUSE HE WAS ON THE FUCKING TV. Still, I love this show, even if it sometimes reminds me of Dad and his drunken, jocky, douchey ways.
