I love college basketball, particularly the Wisconsin Badgers.
This time of the year, I enjoy sitting and watching all the conference championship games. I don’t mind snacking on pizza, chicken wings, popcorn and such. Until I look down and see my stomach gradually expanding, placing pressure on my 34-inch belt. Even my waist-stretching jeans seem to be tearing at the seams.
I think, I will have none of this, so I decide to stand up and exercise at each commercial. I bring my 15- and 20-pound dumbbells into the television room. I find my aged exercise book that shows photos of attractive young men and women hopping around and stretching and having a great old time.
I jump out of my chair when a Budweiser commercial comes on. I stay in action for the State Farm ad, then through one for diamond rings and three commercials in a row for drugs I’ve never heard of and can’t pronounce.
I last through the first half of the Wisconsin-UCLA game. Exhausted, I sink back into my comfy chair, never to rise again (until I run out of popcorn).
Over my lifetime, I’ve come up with a few really good ideas. This wasn’t one of them.
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