As we approach the end of the football season I am reminded how lame weekend television really is. It kills me. For the months of August, September, October, November, and December (and some of January) I am completely immersed in football. Starting at 10 in the morning, my programming choices are made for me. The biggest question is which conference to watch and whether to start drinking at noon or at five.
But now, with only three football games (pro, no less) to go, I see my Saturday blues ahead of me. I have Georgetown basketball to watch (sometimes) and March madness on the horizon, and soon after baseball season will start... but there's not a regularity to it the way there is to football season. I have my weekends already planned, whereas now I have to start checking schedules and programming options (is G-town playing on Saturday, Tuesday, or Thursday? during the day? night game? is it even televised in Atlanta?) to find out when and where to watch stuff.
I'll have a kid during the next football season, which will probably make it the most special season ever. But I have to wait at least four more months for that to even happen... oh what to do what to do in the meantime... I suppose I could "read" or "go outside" or "work out" but who the heck wants to do that?
I need therapy.
-kb
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Ah, the end of football season. My most favorite time of the year. For four months now, I will have my husband back...mind, body, and spirit. Okay, so maybe his spirit is a bit diminished...but at least when I talk to him on Saturdays, there's a much greater chance of getting a response.
We just have to make it through the super bowl now, and I'm in the clear! Here's to spending quality weekend time with your wonderful wife!!
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