Thursday, August 25, 2011

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

*****To Clarify: Guest Post by The Husband. I do not watch sports. Xo, Suniverse.

At long last, it's almost here. That magical season which brings joy to all corners of the map. Within a few short days, college and professional football return to make weekends meaningful again. Baseball pennant races and playoffs will soon give us perfectly justifiable reasons to stay up into the wee hours of the morning and avoid family members and loved ones for hours on end. Oh Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy, Hockey season is nearly here. God, I've missed you all so much this summer. Life is meaningless without you.

I think the best part of being the only person who enjoys watching sports in my household is the fact that no one gets why I'm a stark raving lunatic about some trivial technicality that occurred in an insignificant game. Oh sure, they can recognize what type of sport I'm watching in most instances but they don't appreciate, understand, or care about the minutiae of each player, stratagem, or arcane rule. They'll never raise a cheer to their favorite squads as they perform feats of derring-do on the field of battle because...well...because they don't have favorite teams. And sadly, they'll never be inconsolably pissed-off about something completely beyond their control which lacks any artistic substance or social relevance and has no significant impact whatsoever on their daily lives.








14 comments:

  1. That's fantastic!
    Although I'm the athletic one, I rarely watch sports on TV - except Aussie Rules and maybe the Play Offs for baseball and hockey. Fair-weather girl, I guess.

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  2. You do realize that yelling at the television & wearing your lucky shirt does not impact the outcome of the game, right?

    No?

    Carry on.

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  3. I thought this was a satirical post, at first, but then I thought, "My God, the woman is serious!". I kind of thought it in Niles Crane's voice. And then I thought, "Dear God, she just can't be" That, in Fraser Crane's voice. And then I smiled/shrugged, flashed my boobs and said, "Whatever" in Camille's voice. And then I thought, "You know, a lot of people live in your head. Maybe you should be more concerned about that and less concerned with Suniverse's hobbies." I thought that in my own voice. Finally. Still hanging on to sanity by a thread.

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  4. I am in love with chickensudybsdkfgbu up there. Hellooo **eyelash flutter**

    Oh... and... awesome post Suni! Yeah, I agree! Nice shoes. Come follow my blog! LOLZ!!!

    Sarah xxx

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  5. I don't watch sports but I can sympathize with everybody in a household thinking you're a lunatic.

    That's really my niche.

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  6. I'm a footbal nut. LOVE football. Will watch football at any opportunity.

    Hubby didn't know this when he married me. I warned him about my mood swings, my wicked temper, my master's degree in sarcasm...but not the football thing.

    Then...suddenly...football season! And I'm screaming profanities at the television. We lived in WY, I am a Broncos fan, and Elway hadn't won a Super Bowl yet. In fact, Elway spent most of his time twitching under a pile of defensive linemen. I had a lot to scream about!

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  7. ha! my husband spends PLENTY (read: too much sometimes) of time in front of the TV watching sports... I happen to enjoy SOME baseball, and college basketball and football, and of course RedWings hockey, but that guy? he listens to it in the car as well. ME? no.way. (unless it's the MSU vs UofM game - then I'll be glued to the TV/radio until the final minutes run down) I refuse to admit that I may sometimes yell at the TV/radio, dress my toddler in a cheerleading uniform of the team I'm rooting for, and dress myself in colors coordinating with my team's uniforms. I'm not saying that I don't do these things, I'm just refusing to admit to it here, in your comments... yes, I MAY be afraid of the taunting backlash I could get ;)

    anyway. thanks for linking up with So Happy It's Thursday :) loved the post - even if it's by your husband and about sports ;)

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  8. football season sucks nuts. the sound of the old, burly half-drunk announcers blaring throughout my house, along with the thousands of way-too-fucking-excited fans, screaming in unison bugs the shit out of me. the only good thing about this season is less traffic on the weekends.

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  9. Here's a story: I was in a bar with my husband last week, first night of our mini-vacation, and the Eagles game was on. I became one of "those" people yelling at the TV and telling the bartender to "turn this shit off already". But in a nice way. Of course no one could hear me because it was too loud in there.

    Anyway, I like sports. So here's at least one person in your corner.

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  10. Oh Sarah, flutter/shrug/wink. I'm in love with you, too. Do you fancy a pint at a non sports bar. OMG. STOP THE CRANE VOICES. Someone please help me. I see TV people.

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  11. I am not sitting here watching Game 4 of the Wings-San Jose Playoff series, just waiting for Hockey Season to start, I plan on watching game 5 tomorrow night at 8:00...

    While I review stats in preparation for fantasy hockey.

    And yes I am a woman. But a woman that loves Detroit Red Wing Hockey more than shoes.

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  12. I can feel my husband getting twitchy as we wait for football and Hockey to start. I had been warned when we started dating, the first season I saw. The obssession (love) of his teams. With football and baseball he can watch with some aplomb but Hockey..well I am a Hockey widow for better or worse. I lose him 4 times a week to a game played on skates. "go Rangers!!!!"

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  13. My husband is also doing a happy dance around the house. I am digging out my headphones.

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  14. I'm downright giddy for the very peak of the baseball season & the start of the NFL season. It's really a perfect little world.

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