At times, I love watching football. The competition of it all, the mind-numbing effect of staring at the tv for a few hours, listening to the announcers try to fill every second of air time with game-related chatter. Watching football with Scott is one of his love languages, I'm pretty sure. Wait, I'm POSITIVE. He's told me so before. And when a guy says the phrase "love language", one should listen carefully.
At times, I hate watching football. The commercials seem to have a LOT of scantily clad women in them. I don't particularly enjoy watching scantily clad women, in general, much less on tv. The announcers during the game are all "Let's spend twenty minutes watching that play again from seven different camera angles to determine if that was an incomplete pass or a fumble." And every twelve seconds of game play requires three commercials. Enter said scantily clad women again. Sheesh.
My absolute LEAST favorite part of football is pre-game, half-time, or post-game shows. A group of men sit around and speculate what is going to happen during the game. At half-time they discuss what has happened so far and what needs to happen in the second half. After the game is over, the men folk rehash the whole game and talk about whether they were right or not.
Wait, it gets even better. How about a talk show about FANTASY FOOTBALL. Now the group of mostly-men are sitting around talking about fictitious football games occurring only in the land of make-believe. What players should the fantasy football league manager play that week? Who should be benched? Speculate, speculate, speculate. Blah blah blah. And this isn't even REAL!!! I can hardly stand it.
Sadly, winning at fantasy football happens to be a tremendous talent of Scott's. He listens to the jabbermouths on the pre-during-post-fantasy talk shows. He wishes I would play in his fantasy league.
Maybe I could sign up to be a scantily clad woman and advertise something instead...