Well, it’s that time of year again. The time of M-E-N.
The time where boys celebrate their manliness by screaming themselves hoarse, throwing back countless beers and freezing their cojones off .
In case you’re not following along…. I’ll be more clear:
It’s FOOTBALL SEASON.
This is also the time where a tiny little flying pigskin becomes ever-so-important and the desire to watch overdeveloped grown men bash into each other, supersedes all other things.
As you can probably assume…. This is a special time for hubby & me! (and, just in case you are not good at reading sarcasm….. go back & re-read that last sentence and when you say “special” make sure it’s just oozing w/ sarcasm)
As hubby so kindly likes to remind me, in full detail….football lasts for only 17 weeks (regular season) AND 4 weeks (pre season) AND 3 weeks (play offs). And, I should be “thrilled that he only really follows football, and that he’s not like other men who change sporting interests with each season”. Yes dear hubby, I really am thrilled about that. Since your focus is so consumed by games, I might as well hang a sign on our door telling people that you’ve gone away for the winter and no chores will be completed.
Yes… I am THRILLED!
I should also mention that hubby doesn’t just watch the games from the comfort of his man cave. He also own season tickets for the Giants. And just for the record, we’ve had to sell my right kidney, a chunk of his liver and our first 3 unborn children to afford the license & tickets at the new stadium… but it was sooooooo worth it (yes, that’s sarcasm again……).
Anyhow, as you may have guessed…. nothing happens in our house on a day where there’s a home game. Arguably, nothing even gets done in our house the day before a home game, as hubby needs time to “prep” for a game.
Prepping includes the following things:
- Getting tailgating items together
- Grocery shopping for tailgating food (interesting that this is one of the few times hubby sets foot in the grocery store…..)
- A trip to the liquor store
- And, perhaps the most important ritual… an evening of playing a “practice” game of Madden Football in his man cave – to clinch the win for his Boys in Blue.
So, by my calculations, that’s 24 weeks where hubby is unavailable due to a game. 10 of which suck up 2 full days… if you include his “prep”time.
And I’ll admit, it takes me quite a few weeks to remember that I’m on my own for the next 5-6 months.
Just this past week, some friends asked us to join them for dinner on Saturday night…. And, I quickly checked my calendar and accepted their invitation (hubby is almost never involved in coordinating our social calendar due to his inability to gather information!). But after I spoke to hubby, he was like “no can do on dinner.. there’s a Giants game”. “Oh crap, it’s already that time??” I replied. So, I was back on the phone canceling our dinner plans.
And so it begins. I have become a football widow.
If you used to read my unemployment blog you know that I posted about this exact same phenomenon last year. And, if you were a reader last year, then you also know that it’s only a matter of time before the Dancing Hamster makes it’s re-appearance.
I suppose that there are indeed some positives that come from hubby’s football interest. I mean, after all, I do get quite a few quiet weekends to do whatever I want.
And, I guess it’s just too bad for hubby that I have to actually walk through the man cave to get to the laundry room…. Cause, you all know how he feels about Sunday’s being a “Day of Rest”. And for me, football or no football, Sundays are a day to get stuff done!