Football was rather an unfamiliar entity even after the first couple years in the US, partly because I honestly didn’t know that it even existed and partly because – my conclusions from an catching an occasional glimpse or two on television were that it was just a sport in which big dudes mindlessly ran into each other, piled on one another, often displaying unnecessary machoism and, the game itself seemed to lack any aesthetics and/or beauty.

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