Sunday, July 31, 2005

Football...

I'm watching Jerry McGuire. I love this movie. It totally appeals to the romantic in me. My favorite part is the end when Rod goes down in the end zone and all that, but here's where I have a question about that trainer. Rod goes down and is unconscious. And all the trainer does is clap his hands in front of Rod's face. Why does this not reassure me? If I were Rod's wife, I'd be pissed. Just clapping hands. Even I could do that!

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