|An athletic woman on top of the "Rocky steps," Philadelphia.|
As a child he realized he'd never play the game or many others, even for fun. Even now he doesn't understand why his fellow cripples and the old, the blind, and women watch the game. He's seen bits and pieces of football games over the years as he watches the local news and channel surfs. He sees a series of meetings punctuated by television commercials and brief action sequences in which a man catches or carries a ball a laughably short distance.
The Loser likes non-team sports. He watched things like tennis and Olympic sports until the announcers decided there can never be a five second period without their voices telling the viewer what he's seeing. He is not against exercise. He bikes, swims and lifts weights.
Once, in his early 20s, he decided to sit through a football game and learn a little about it. It would help him bond and socialize with other men, the powers that be. The week before he was to watch a game, he read in a newspaper that during televised games there's an official on the sidelines whose sole purpose is to call timeouts so more commercials could be shown. Disgusted by this kowtowing to corporate greed, he didn't watch the game that weekend and has kept the streak going ever since.