When I was younger I felt sorry for those wives who never saw their husbands during the fall months of the year because their husbands were hunters never knowing that I would suffer from the same fate. No, my husband is not a hunter. He eats, breathes, and lives football! (Have I ever mentioned that he is a retired high school football coach?) The pictures above are his stat notebooks. Everyday he sets part of his day around the sports section of the newspaper and keeps track of who won which game and the scores. The Tulsa paper has a contest going called, "Beat the Picker" that he participates in. He even has our two boys entering each week also.
I have never enjoyed football except when our boys played in high school. I do not have a passion for it. I have learned to live with his obsession with football however. It has been real easy for me. When weekends come around and he goes to an area football game or watches football on television I go shopping. In fact, our boys married women who don't care for football either and when we all get together on weekends the guys watch football and we girls go... you got it, shopping.
Yes, I know there are women who love football, but I'm just not one of them. My attitude is, if you've seen one football game, you've seen them all.