Gentlemen!!! Start your remotes!!! Wives, uh.....see you in March. Now I just know I've set myself up for trouble with that statement, but guys, is there anything untrue about it? Let's be honest here, we don't completely ignore our better halves from September through February. We're still willing to take out the garbage, mow the yard, take you to the occasional "chick flick." But on Sundays please, please, please, just leave us alone. That's right, the National Football League returns in all it's glory this weekend. Actually, there's a game on Thursday night between the defending champion Steelers and Titans. That's kind of an appetizer if you will.
Sunday is where it's at though. I've blogged on this before. The typical NFL Sunday, for most of us anyway, begins with checking the our fantasy football lineup for the first of what could possibly be about 15 times before Noon. Who's hurt? Who's starting? Inquiring minds want to know. Next, get any chores or errands done by no later than 11:00. I mean after all, a guy's got to get his mind right doesn't he? Sure he does.
Ladies, this is in no way a knock against you when we say we probably would like to be left the hell alone for about 10 hours. From Noon sharp until 10 that night, we might as well be another fancy throw pillow on the couch. Isn't it an American man's God-given right to sit in his Lay-Z-Boy, drink about 20 cocktails, drill a whole bag of chips, and flip between the Patriots and Vikings game if he wants? I say yes. Please don't use this against us ladies, it's born into most of us along with breathing and blinking. Kind of involuntary when it gets down to it.
So if you feel the need to talk on the phone with your mother about God knows what for 45 minutes, need to check your Facebook page, or ask our opinion on the colors your thinking of painting the dining room, move to another room or wait until Monday. Oh wait....there's a game Monday night. Better make it Tuesday.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
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