The season is approaching.
No, not fall. Well, yes, fall, but I’m in Florida and apparently we don’t really have fall. (That’s what the non-locals tell me, anyway.)
I’m talking about football season.
If there’s a college football fan in the house, say good-bye to attending social functions on Saturdays with your significant other. Unless you’ve checked the schedule and somehow you can make it back before kickoff, or perhaps go out afterwards. But you might not get to go out afterwards if their team lost, because then they’ll be in a foul mood. You know the drill — they know what plays should’ve been called. They saw several things that the refs didn’t. They are all-wise and all-knowing. Nod and smile, my friends. Nod and smile.
I have a special place in my heart for those of you who, like me, have an NFL fan in residence. Not just ONE DAY. No. Sunday Night Football on NBC. Monday Night Football on ESPN. And it’s everywhere on Sunday. If they want to find a game, they will! Woe to you whose televisions are home to some package that allows the viewer to watch any and all games. It’s times like these that I am thankful The Husband is cheap frugal.
(I also have a special place in my heart for those of you whose men are still engrossed in baseball season during this time. We should have a special handshake. 54 games for the regular season per team, I think I saw. We should also get a special medal.)
And they don’t just watch just THEIR team, either. They have to watch the other teams. They have to watch games of teams THEIR team is playing soon. Or maybe a team who has a player they used to follow in college. Or maybe a rival team just to watch them lose.
Personally, I enjoy watching football. I’ve never really disliked it, but I didn’t know that a person could watch so much of it in succession without growing tired of it. Game after game after game. Beer commercial after beer commercial after beer commercial.
I guess if you’re a football widow (or any type of sports widow), you have a choice. You could complain about it and whine. Word to the wise, though — that only makes watching the game more appealing.
Or you could tolerate it — perhaps even embrace it. Football games are a good excuse to have people over, and you’re bound to find other wives/girlfriends who would rather discuss something other than zone defense or whether or not that last pass was really intentional grounding.
This probably works out better if you don’t have kids, but it seems to me that the window of time you have while your man is watching a game is the perfect opportunity to have some “me time.” Go out! Read a book! Get a manicure! Take a nap! Catch up on the phone with a friend!
Or, you could watch the game with him. I think that’s called shoulder-to-shoulder time. Just remember that if he rants and raves about something, he’s right. He’s always right. I don’t care if the guy in the striped shirt referee was right, and even you could tell he was right — just nod and smile. It makes for a more pleasant viewing experience.
Some more tips if you choose to watch the games:
- That yellow line you see on the field? It isn’t really there.
- If your guy is a diehard fan of any particular team, I strongly advise against acknowledging when the other team does something anything well.
- No need to point out that the announcers/coaches/quarterback/referee can’t hear them through the television.
- No, the cheerleaders could not possibly be wearing less. Fear not, they don’t get that much air time — maybe long enough for him to just look.
- Yes, something could happen in the last remaining seconds of the game.
- If you want to not be completely out of the loop, I suggest going here before the first game.
- There are only 16 weeks of the regular football season. And they only play one game a week.
- Yes, he will probably still want to watch the Super Bowl even if his team didn’t make it. You’ll survive — the commercials are usually at least mildly entertaining.