I like to compare football season to a mistress that sneaks into our relationship every year and wisks my husband away into a love affair whirlwind of rankings, statistics, rivalries, and all things pig-skin. Matt lives for football. From little league to the pro's - he doesn't discriminate. This leaves me as pretty much a single mama from now until January.
When we first started dating I loved his obsession with football... Or maybe I loved his little football booty. Eh, I'm not one for details. I thought it was so cute how he would get so excited about the sport.
To date, however, this obsession to me has gotten a little, well, bland (for lack of a better word). How can a someone be content to sit in front of the TV all day 6 days a week watching the same thing over and over again? PS - thank you, football people for leaving me ONE FREAKING DAY of the week with no football games. And thank you, ESPN, for using that one day to recap the other six days. You people deserve a swift slap.
The other day, Matt told me he thought I would like football more if I understood more about the game. Now, I get the basics - 4 downs, 10 yards for a first down, how many points are in a touchdown or field goal blah, blah, blah. So I decided to give it a shot. Quality family time on the couch is better than no quality family time, right?
We watched the Boise State vs. Someone Else game. I thought it went great. I asked a lot of questions. I even made a funny joke about how their quarterback looked a little horsey and could double as Boise Sate's mascot, the Broncos. See below - I was spot on with this one.
Later that night I asked Matt if he had fun watching the game with me. He hesitated and said "Ummm... yeah... it was alright. I mean, besides you asking a million questions and saying the QB looks like a horse EVERY time he came on the screen." (Guess it didn't go as great as I thought it did.)
I can't help that I compare the players looks to celebrities or animals. I do what I have to do to stay entertained. The sport alone just doesn't do it for me. I guess the passion just isn't there - oh well, you can't say I didn't try.
