My head exploded last night.
It was the simultaneous, national broadcasts of both of my generally much-maligned San Diego sports teams — the Padres and the Chargers — that did it. I kept clicking back and forth between them like a crazy person. None of this docile, civilized, “record-one-while-watching-the-other,” 21st century jazz. NO! I had to know RIGHT then! I prefer my disappointments in floods, not trickles, thank you! I HAD TO KNOW RIGHT THEN!
So there I sat.
Clicking madly.
Breathing heavily.
My Beloved …. um, ignoring me. His head buried so far in a book that his head WAS the book. Oh, he was watching the game, but I’m pretty sure he was using the book to shield himself from having to watch me, too. Clever fellow. Because mostly, I scream and howl and flail about during these things:
“Look! LOOK!! LaDainian! LA. DAIN. EEE. AN!! Look at ‘im go!! Yeah! YEAH! YEEEAAAH!!”
(And then come the random vowel noises like: “OOOOOOOOOO!!” and “AAAAAAAAAAAA!!” and “EEEEEEEEEEE!!”
Sickening, really.
So the Padres? Eh, they choked. No surprise there.
But the Chargers? Well, all they did was beat the Super Bowl Champion Pittsburgh Steelers — frankly stomping on them in the second half!
Um, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
And then my head exploded.
Awww, I feel ya. Well the Tigers are still in the running. And the Lions? They’re the best 0-4 team in the league.
This is how I watch sports too, Tracey. Remote in hand, sound effects, and STRESS!
My husband always looks at me and says “This is supposed to be fun.”
It IS fun! I AM having fun!