I think there must be something seriously wrong with me. Two things conspired just now to make me cry. I didn't feel like crying. I didn't know I was going to do it and while I was doing it I was horrified.

I don't really know if I like Everybody Loves Raymond. I would never want to sit down and talk to any of the characters (I know they're not real). I think each character is really annoying. But together they have a chemistry that is endearing and often funny. Still I never watch it on purpose. It's on after the Simpsons. I feel the same way about Seinfeld. I know that's not a popular belief. I think Seinfeld is desperately annoying. And I think the characters are altogether morally detestable. Now I've met fans that agree with me, that the characters are morally detestable but they still watch it. I get that it's funny. I get that it's probably clever. I still can't abide watching it. That's not the second thing. The second thing is football. I have rarely been too interested in football. The drama of football doesn't really disturb or arouse or even barely interest me.

On Everybody Loves Raymond the patriarch Frank catches a football during a game and keeps it and tries to sell it back. Well, of course, being a sitcom, it all works out nicely after a couple of laughs in 22 minutes. The player that kicked the ball and his father go to Frank's house. The player's father attempts to buy the ball for his son and Frank, of course, gives the ball back. And then the player gives the ball to his dad and said he played football for his dad, he kicked the ball for his dad. And there I was crying. Over two things I don't really care about. I didn't cry for long. My horror probably pre-empted my catharsis.

Like I said, I think there must be something seriously wrong with me.

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