Gladly. Large, steroid crazed men play on a 100 yard field. The object is to try to injure another player with bone crunching hits. After an injury, the player is taken to the lockerroom, shot full of enough pain killers to bring down Scott Hall, and then sent back out to play on his damaged, crippled body.
Athletes in this sport wear "cups" to protect their genitals, and to drink coffee out of. Helmets are worn to protect the hair. Brains don't mean too much.
In the case of the New York Jets, the quarterback is a cripple who has gone through 30 elbow surgeries, and cannot throw more than 1.6 yards. He also spends much of his time stargazing, as he is usually on his back after the first play.
The ball used is, for some insane reason, shaped somewhat like a stomach, and is made of "Pig Skin." Thousands of cops have died to contribute to making these balls, and their funerals must be closed casket, as a result of the flaying.
Fan participation is readily welcome, and running down the field buck naked is also encouraged. If one can afford the 47 dollar beers at the stadium, there is a good chance you can have fun "interaction" with other fans, in the form of talking about their mothers.
Coaches are well loved by their teams. For example, the hated, wretched, sickening, every member of the team should die a horrible death, scumbag, dirt, rotten, filthy New England's Patriot's coach is very tight with his team. He even bought them all video cameras to record the opposing team's signals. He is also so tight with his team, that he routinenly gives them rectal exams, even though this goes above and beyond the call of duty.
Football is an American sport which I love. Big, monsterous bullies trying to kill equally monsterous bullies. Just like Iraq!
Seriously, I do love football, though. GO GIANTS!