Watching football all day on Sunday is enough to drive a sane wife nuts. Don't get me wrong-- football can be exciting--with all those 'tight ends' running around...
I was a big 49er fan during the Joe Montana days: Joe and Clark, Craig, Paris, Rice, and Lott kept the excitement in high gear. The Niners final game score often hit the stratosphere. They inspired a big love for the game.
We now watch the Patriots, rooting for Tom Brady--since Jen went to high school with Tom, and shared a class or two.
Yes, there’s little movement coming from the men during Sunday football. Maybe a grunt or two… or an outburst in response to a stupid play.
After several hours of channel-flipping-between games, the remote is barely juiced by the time I want to use it to turn on Desperate Housewives. Shoot! D.S. isn't on.
Instead, I sit plugged into my earphones and portable dvd player, watching a couple of Laverne and Shirley episodes. A few outbursts of my own drew glances from the guys, wondering what I was laughing at.
When football season comes to a screeching halt, what are our men going to do on Sundays? Rosie Greer took up needlepoint. Hmmm…