It's not yet the end of August, but I'm bracing myself for the oncoming football season when I will witness my new hubbie get sucked into the wild, wooly, world of the Great American Gridiron. I knew before we got married that he was a HUGE football fan and I've already been through one football season with him, so I know what to expect. Here's what I'm bracing myself for:
- Sundays after church will be largely devoted to watching football;
- intermittant fiddling with his TWO fantasy football teams;
- wild mood swings depending on the performance of his beloved Eagles;
- embarassing outbursts of Eagles pride in public places, including renditions of the Eagles song (perhaps even some solo performances in a town full of 49ers fans).
I was expecting this, but I was hoping that it might be a bit subdued now that we're married. I'll have to wait and see. I expressed my concern of being widowed (especially since we now live far from my own friends), and his reply was, "It's ONLY 4 months out of the year!" I can laugh at his comment now, but when he pointed that out to me, it actually only made me more upset. ONLY 4 months?
1 comment:
ah, but it really isn't just 4 months, is it? as a baseball widow, i sympathize. atleast football isn't on every single day!
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