For the first six weeks after we got married, I was blissfully happy. I basked in the newlywed glow. I had a doting new husband. Everything was just peachy.
But on week seven, something came along that put the kibosh on all of that.
That something? Football. Little could I have known that a little pigskin and 22 grown men in skintight pants could turn my formerly attentive husband into a raging, all out football fanatic.
I became a sports widow. At least on Sundays. And Monday nights. And, sometimes, Thursday nights, too.
Initially, I did not take my newfound widowhood gracefully.
But after a time, I realized that my attempts to win my husband’s attention on the weekends were somewhat futile.
After the first few seasons, I even became resigned to the fact that, at least for 16 weeks out of the year, I was a sports widow. At least on Sundays. And Monday nights. And, sometimes, Thursday nights, too.
But my husband sensed my growing discontent. And, in an effort to put a kibosh on my incessant whining and pouting, did something that changed the character of our marriage. Somehow, he convinced me to join his fantasy football league.
At first, I wasn’t sold on the idea. I hated football. I knew nothing about the sport. But at least it gave us something to talk about on the weekends. And, surprisingly, I was pretty lucky when it came to picking my players.
As it turns out, apparently Jay knew me better than I knew myself. Because for as much as I despised football? I hated losing even more.
Partway through the first season, I realized that, in order to win at fantasy football, I actually had to know something about the sport. And so, I started watching.
And, slowly, a transformation occurred. I actually started to like it. I began poring over the stats. I agonized over which running back to start. I rejoiced alongside my husband when the bad guys fumbled the ball.
My husband says that introducing me to football may have been the best thing he did for our marriage.
I don’t know if I’d go that far. But I can say that I now look forward to Sundays. And Monday nights. And, sometimes, Thursday nights, too.
|The WoW is kibosh.