My favorite month of the year is just around the corner.
October.
My favorite because with it comes crisp air, pumpkin bread, gorgeous fall leaves and the birthday of yours truly.
Until a few years ago I wouldn’t have been able to think of a single bad thing about the month of October.
My how things change.
I can think of something now. Something really menacing. Something that annoys me more than losing socks to the washing machine. Something that, try as I might, I just can’t accept.
Football.
More specifically the sound of the football on the television. This is how it happens: I’ll be hanging out in the kitchen, slicing vegetables for a yummy minestrone. I hear a commotion from the other room and I drop my knife and go to see what the matter might be. In the playroom I find that Cassidy is torturing Jayce again. I threaten them both with a beating and calmly return to the sanctity of my kitchen only to find that all is not well. The soothing XM radio channel on the TV has quite abruptly been changed to something far more obnoxious. Whistles screech loudly from the TV speakers. Large gatherings of people (predominantly men) can be heard simultaneously cheering and hissing and making deep guttural noises that their mothers clearly did not tell them are rather unbecoming. Booming voices of sportscasters ring out overly animated calls of fouls and touchdowns. Their roller coaster voices echo off of my granite counter tops and leave me wanting nothing more than to throw my KitchenAid through the screen, thereby sufficiently silencing the game.
Football makes me momentarily wish we didn’t own a DVR. Or a HDTV. Or at least that I could turn it off until the final whistle of the Super Bowl blows.
I used to be a cheerleader. The sound of a football game being broadcast to the masses filled me with adrenaline. Now it makes my blood boil. Seriously. Downright boil.
I’m going to bed now.
Wake me when it’s February.
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Oh i feel your pain and I literally just wrote an I-loathe-football post for my BF slot which will post Saturday. Detest it, I do.
it’s as if this post came straight from my head, i can not even begin to tell you! i too Love october with a Capital L and i despise football. the moment i hear it on the television i have to get myself as far away as possible before i completely loose my mind!
We might be twins. Seriously.
Just last sunday my dear wonderful husband was watching “the first game of the season”, the one I’ve been hearing about for months.
After he yelled at the kids and then at the tv, I told him I despised who he becomes during football season…let the games begin.
I actually like hearing the football game noise in the back, but I hate watching it. It reminds me of home when I was a kid
Getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner and hearing all my brothers wooping it up in the living room. It’s a very safe and comforting sound for me.
Now if you ask me to sit down and watch a game….bamboo shoots under the nails would be better.
I love fall too!!!
How else can we husbands drown out the nagging!?
hmmmm, but for all the sacrifices they make for us…
and btw, with all the fancy technology we have these days, a nice pair of Bose headphones for your dear husband might be a good christmas present this year.
I can ignore the football games but when I hear him moaning about his fantasy football team I do start twitching a little.
Guess what, in a few short years you will change your mind, trust me. Grams
I definitely agree! Couldn’t have said it better myself!
Feeling pretty lucky right now that I have one of the only dh’s that isn’t into football :) I do have to suffer through a multitude of fishing programs and they are on year round. I get bored enough during real fishing but watching a guy sit there in a boat is the most boring.thing.ever.
But that’s who he is …. a sports fan!!
Hello my soul sister. I, too, become a football widow every fall. All of a sudden, my rights as a co-television owner go right out the window. No matter what I may be doing, if there is a game to be watched or a score to be checked, I suddenly have no right to continue watching whatever it is I was watching. And heaven forbid the family room tv be for the family. My own children have begun to hate the sport, and give my husband a hard time for all he watches. And all without me saying a word!
I feel your pain and your frustration. Here’s to February. *cheers*
Blasphemer!!! (is that how you spell blasphemer?)
Oh yes, I’m so with you. Plus, the girls and I lose Ron for hours at a time on his only day off during the week… I always dread the start of football season.
I love the headphones idea!!!
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