"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

What’s with me and American Football?

I’ve been posting a little more on the topic lately, especially on Instagram, and some of you asked that question, especially from overseas: why on earth do I follow an American Football Club, and in what capacity?

It’s a legit question.

My significant otter had been playing American Football back in his hometown, in his youth. He says he fell in love with the sport after seeing Bengals@Raiders in 1990, with Bo Jackson running the whole fucking field. We had been together for a few years when he decided he wanted to give it another shot, and found a local team here in Milan. Now, if you know American Football, you know: it’s not an easy sport, it’s a demanding one both in physical and mental terms. Also, you should know me. I believe that a relationship should be supportive of whatever wild endeavour your significant otter decides to undertake, whether it’s pottery or wearing a helmet and pounding the shit out of other fellow humans on a grass field. So that’s me being supportive: I started attending matches, and I started writing about them because I needed something to do. On a particularly rainy match, I did a whole play-by-play update for a fellow teammate who was unable to participate (you can find it here and here). It wasn’t long before I started doing it on a regular basis and, later on, in an official capacity.

Flash forward 15 years, that’s what I do: I update the community on a regular basis on all the different teams we have in the club (4 flag teams, 3 of them junior teams, and one tackle team), I write posts for our website, and generally participate in trying to communicate what we do. So that’s your answer.

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