I admit it... I just don't get the attraction that some people have for sports. Every once in awhile, I can swallow a dose of figure skating or maybe even ballroom dancing (is that even a sport?) as long as their wearing shiny satin and sequins. I'm like a barracuda looking for sparkly things... Heck, I'll even to admit to watching a cheerleading competition or two, but that's only because of the potential drama of someone landing on their head or to make fun of the male cheerleaders in their polyester drawers (snicker, snicker).

But I digress...like most households today, mine was filled with the sounds of yips, barks, and profanity - entwined with the occasional Bud Light for good measure. The kiddos had been previously directed to avoid the living room so that hubby could transform into his crotch scratching, beer drinkin', son of a gun lovin' football fan. I asked hubby which color he was rooting for (yeah - I had not idea who was playing) and informed him that I thought the more 4th of Julyish colored team seemed to be more color coordinated and therefore had my vote. As my hubby had already transformed into a caveman, he only grunted a response back to me and I retreated into the kitchen to cook some loin of Triceratops.

I guess the game was exciting because I heard sounds coming out of hubby that I had never even managed to get him to do (he he!). I did my best to try and get excited when he did - in an act of spousal sports support - but I think he found my sugary sweet sports chanting to be quite saccharine in nature. In all reality, he knew that the only enduring fact I found about football was my love for the good looking "tight ends," oh wait, that's a position and not a description, isn't it?! The kids did their best to stay out of hubby's way but the temptation of empty laundry basket racing in a clean living room was far too tempting to pass up. Hubby was extremely patient, and only barked a few times when their little blonde heads popped up into the viewing screen of the TV.

The game eventually ended after an agonizing three or four hours - I honestly lost count after the first hour due to my caffeine bank running on low - and hubby was again transformed back into my handsome man. He seemed to be happy with the outcome and so was I because the prettier of the two teams had won. Yeah for fashion!

I'm not sure what the next sports season is coming up but I’m already not looking forward to it. When there comes a time when competitive bargain shopping or Olympic baby rearing events are televised on ESPN, I'll be all over it, rooting for my favorite players. Until then, I'll be ready to settle into the position of a sports widow, preparing my children for more weekends of non-living room play.