Football Night in a Marriage
If you are lucky, you can find a woman who doesn’t mind watching sports, especially when it comes to football. Of all the reasons why I think I’m the luckiest man in the world, in the top 25 easily is the fact that my wife is in to and intuitive about football.
The only problem is, she’ll always be more chick than couch coach.
She usually likes to cuddle up and watch football next to me, and while she gets as excitable as anyone about fumbles, bad calls, and cursing coaches on the sidelines, she also gets very sleepy during the game. Particularly if we have attended church earlier in the day. Something about praising the Lord that works on her like a tryptophan and Sominex cocktail.
But because it’s so exciting to have her ask me questions about playcalling and formations, and for her to process that information and know when a defense is in a Cover 2 or in a blitz package, I actually feel kind of lonely when she has drifted often dream land. If John Madden fell asleep on Al Michaels, it wouldn’t be quite a telecast. That’s how it is for me.
But I’m grateful, because I’ve been in relationships with women who didn’t care to know about football, let alone watch it. I’d rather have a sleepy head fan by my side than someone who laments the fact that I’m a fan any day, and as quiet as it is kept, it fits well into the quality time weekly scheduling nicely.
I always enjoy seeing couples enjoying football games together live and in person, because it lets me know that the sport is truly a part of their relationship, and a commonality that can hold them together through many years. If our hometown team ever moved, I know my wife and I would be just fine, but the fact that we can be fans together is just another reason I’m scoring every day of my life.
