In only a few more weeks, I will be turning into a football widow....happens every year. Rick has been watching some preseason games on Thursdays already. The news sports sessions are full of high school and college football. Around here, PennState fans are anxiously awaiting the new season. As for professional football, Dear Richard is praying for a repeat of his precious Eagles' fight for the championship.
What does that mean? Well, it means that on weekends, dinner will be served in the living room so Rick doesn't have to miss a play and I will serve him so he doesn't have to get off the couch. It means that I will be on my own while the games are on, so he doesn't have to miss a game at all. He is in two fantasy football leagues, so our conversations will center around all the happenings in the leagues and how he'll deal with the different players. During their draft picks, it's a big party for them and they have a great time.
And the yelling. "What in the world do you think you're doing?" And comments and questions like that. My mild-mannered husband turns into a male shrew during football season, esp when his beloved Eagles are playing in the game. Lots of yelling, lots of pounding the furniture. Lots of comments. Lots of walking around the living room. And complaining. And so on. The cats will usually find me and also complain bitterly.
It's a football thing. And maybe it's not quite as bad as I've described it because Dear Richard has calmed down a lot in his old age. The cussing isn't quite as bad as it used to be. The yelling, OTOH, still is. But it's still an interesting season around here.
Are you into football? Waiting anxiously for the season to start? Or dreading it?
What does that mean? Well, it means that on weekends, dinner will be served in the living room so Rick doesn't have to miss a play and I will serve him so he doesn't have to get off the couch. It means that I will be on my own while the games are on, so he doesn't have to miss a game at all. He is in two fantasy football leagues, so our conversations will center around all the happenings in the leagues and how he'll deal with the different players. During their draft picks, it's a big party for them and they have a great time.
And the yelling. "What in the world do you think you're doing?" And comments and questions like that. My mild-mannered husband turns into a male shrew during football season, esp when his beloved Eagles are playing in the game. Lots of yelling, lots of pounding the furniture. Lots of comments. Lots of walking around the living room. And complaining. And so on. The cats will usually find me and also complain bitterly.
It's a football thing. And maybe it's not quite as bad as I've described it because Dear Richard has calmed down a lot in his old age. The cussing isn't quite as bad as it used to be. The yelling, OTOH, still is. But it's still an interesting season around here.
Are you into football? Waiting anxiously for the season to start? Or dreading it?