Marriage becoming obsolete?

#57
#57
Just had thought and would like to put it in football terms... (HUMOR ME, HERE)!

We all agree we're a "catch" in our own way. This is certainly true of the vast majority of people I've ever met. We all have the potential, when given the right yardage and down situation, to turn into a big play for someone...

That being said, when the ball is received, every and each indivIdual catch, at the moment of euphoric glee involved in this catch, can become a big play with serious yardage or can turn into a dropped pass or, more likely (when considering the odds), a fumble or other calamity of the game. The art of living is to enjoy every catch no matter the outcome...

The art of love is to hold onto the damn ball, fight through the pick, fake out a couple defenders and fight, fight, fight for the endzone....

But in life, there is no real endzone (irony, hah), so you run like hell and believe you'll get there and when you do, you don't celebrate. You just hand the ball to the ref, take a knee to thank God he was kind enough to allow you the opportunity to have the best blocker in the world, given the specific circumstances of this play, that was there to block like hell for you, and remain off camera..... tired..... worn out..... subtle... yet sublimely important in you reaching the endzone....

And then you celebrate inside, knowing you made the best and most important decision while following your potential blockers down the field, RIGHT!

And then you line up and ache for your opportunity to block for her/him....

This is love, football style...
 
#60
#60
PoochPunt3rdDown said:
Just had thought and would like to put it in football terms... (HUMOR ME, HERE)!

We all agree we're a "catch" in our own way. This is certainly true of the vast majority of people I've ever met. We all have the potential, when given the right yardage and down situation, to turn into a big play for someone...

That being said, when the ball is received, every and each indivIdual catch, at the moment of euphoric glee involved in this catch, can become a big play with serious yardage or can turn into a dropped pass or, more likely (when considering the odds), a fumble or other calamity of the game. The art of living is to enjoy every catch no matter the outcome...

The art of love is to hold onto the damn ball, fight through the pick, fake out a couple defenders and fight, fight, fight for the endzone....

But in life, there is no real endzone (irony, hah), so you run like hell and believe you'll get there and when you do, you don't celebrate. You just hand the ball to the ref, take a knee to thank God he was kind enough to allow you the opportunity to have the best blocker in the world, given the specific circumstances of this play, that was there to block like hell for you, and remain off camera..... tired..... worn out..... subtle... yet sublimely important in you reaching the endzone....

And then you celebrate inside, knowing you made the best and most important decision while following your potential blockers down the field, RIGHT!

And then you line up and ache for your opportunity to block for her/him....

This is love, football style...
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Great job Pooch :good!:
 
#63
#63
Hot damn poochpunt now you are talkin my language!! If I can't compare football to women I will survive!! You just turned pure mud into water!!
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#64
#64
nice job poochpunt. i'm picking up what you're putting down. i like how you compare someone's mate to a blocker too. just saying, cause in real life that's how i think it should be. both people working their hardest to deflect obstacles from the others path.
 
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