The Football Widow’s Lament
Posted on | November 16, 2008 4 Comments | e-mail | print
O my belovéd! You speak to me distantly, as though calling from across one hundred verdant yards, your words swallow’d in the grande melee that issues forth from a tiny box of glass — hark! I hear you cry now!
“What child is this?” you inquire, forlornly, “who stands before me, a better door than a window?”
From dawn to deepest night you gaze, enrapt: the fumbled pass, the joy intercepted, the curses streaming forth anew — until (O blessed time! the moment of our reunion!) your champions, hailing of the burg of Pitt, dance triumphantly; their pennants of black and gold do wave, and I with haste do turn off the fucking football.
(To be fair, he only watched three games today!)
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November 17th, 2008 @ 8:14 am
I’d be turning it off, too. I can’t stand sports nor can I understand them. My hubby is lucky if he gets to watch one or two games a season. It all got better when I got him a riding lawnmower and the Food Network.
Reply to thisNovember 17th, 2008 @ 10:23 am
This is great. My favorite line: “What child is this?” you inquire, forlornly, “who stands before me, a better door than a window?”
My “beloved” is a hockey fan. Do you know how long hockey lasts? Hmm? Mid-October until June. Five million games. But I do get a lot of knitting done, whilst listening to: “He shoots, he SCORES!” blaring from the TV.
Reply to thisNovember 17th, 2008 @ 8:01 pm
So you feel my pain! Ah, well. At least it’s only one night a week (and at least we don’t have ESPN!)
The things we tolerate for love, I tell you.
Reply to thisNovember 20th, 2008 @ 4:02 pm
I’m the sports nut in the family…except it’s more like coaching soccer, playing soccer (year round), and obsessing over the finer components of the game.
My husband is quite confounded by this development.
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