I had a realization last night. I already knew that I really don’t like to watch televised sports, and hubby loves it, but I didn’t realize how differently we watch.
Me: Typically surfing the net, reading blogs, etc.
Hubby: Totally entrenched in the game, and talking to the tv as if I’m listening. Then, getting upset if I don’t know what he’s talking about or missed a play.
Me: “Oh, look, he just mouthed the “f” word.
Hubby: “Did you see that play? The quarterback just totally got sacked by the blah, blah, blah, and there was a touch back, and then they tackled the so and so and now there is a penalty.
Me: “Yes, of course…what?”
Hubby: “Touchdown…fumble…that should have been a penalty. I hope they review that play.”
Me: “If a guy wears his hair like that (dreads or just long hair hanging out) he deserves to have his hair pulled.”
Hubby: “Really, did you see that play? Seriously, it was huge…I hope they show it again.”
Me: “That guy totally just grabbed himself and gave himself a tug and rearranging.”
And, that’s when I realized that football is totally different for us.
How much longer is the season? And, when does Gray’s Anatomy and Private Practice start back up?
Yep, I’m not a football girl!!!