Preparing for Football Widowhood

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).

Already, this weekend will involve two football related activities. Friday night we'll be going to see Invincible, the Vince Papale movie. He's been looking forward to this movie since we saw the trailer before Superman Returns -- he got so excited during the trailer, I thought he was going to stand up and shout "E-A-G-L-E-S, Eagles!" with all the hand motions. I had to semi-restrain him. And then Saturday morning will be devoted to the draft for one of his fantasy leagues. I think I may have to leave the house that morning.

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?