I don’t hate football. I just don’t love it.
I don’t love that for at least three hours a week it totally consumes my husband. And I mean totally consumes. I mean, I had to negotiate in order to have my wedding on a Packer Sunday for goodness sake. (note: we did end up at a bar shortly after our reception, watching what was left of the game)
And you know, when we first got married, it was a major source of conflict. I would get pissed when Craig told me that “no, we aren’t going to go shopping for a new duvet cover right now, the Packers are on.” And my response would be something like, “No, I will not let my day, life, week, whatever revolve around a trivial game, played by a group of overpaid man-babies.” Okay, most of them aren’t man-babies, but can we please talk about the fact that Rodgers was out for far too long nursing his hairline fracture? Because I’m an MD an all, I totes know he was just being a weenie. #sarcasm
Honestly, I don’t care that much about Rodgers. I just know about it because of my husband. Remember? Packer fan? Huge Packer fan?
Anyway. The point is, in the two years that we’ve lived together, I’ve had a reality check. Craig’s world doesn’t revolve around me. (gasp!) I’ve come to accept that it’s likely he will be totally unavailable to me for at least three hours a week. And he’s come to accept that there are circumstances that may arise that he just doesn’t get those three hours a week. All’s happy.
I don’t have any special wisdom about it. Is that what you thought I was getting to? Sorry. No, instead I’ve over-shared all of this to get to this video. It’s freaking hilarious. What if women liked football more then men?