>I am crazily addicted to football movies. You put some guys in jerseys with a pigskin (hopefully in a canned underdog-takes-it-all kind of story) and I am completely hooked. It’s a sickness, I think – it’s like taking a Hallmark commercial and trying to make it palatable to men and women who don’t like to think of themselves as crying-over-Hallmark-commercial types by incorporating sports – and I fall for it every time. Wildcats, Necessary Roughness, Rudy, Invincible, the Replacements, Remember the Titans… and now I am all jittery to go see that new We Are Marshall. I think I should talk to my therapist about this.