Football

I don’t care for sports. I just don’t see the point of them. They bore the hell out of me, even when I understand the rules, which I usually don’t. The Husband isn’t a huge sports fan, but he does love the Dallas Cowboys (what can I say, he’s from Texas), so he likes to watch football when they’re playing.

I usually stay out of the room when he’s watching, but if for some reason I’m around, I like to try for some comments and ask questions, such as “And is that good?” or “Do you still like them when they lose?” It’s fun to watch him twitch and then try to explain it to me. I stop listening, but he keeps talking (this is common with us, on both sides).

When he goes to the bathroom, I give him helpful updates like “Something just happened!” or “Some of the people are cheering!” I can almost hear his teeth grinding. It’s fun. Mostly he takes it in stride though, saying things like, “Yes, we scored, that’s good.” Or he tries to tell me about what just happened, or how quarterbacks work, and then he’s happy cause he’s talking about football, and I’m happy cause I’m not listening.

Heh.

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