Every year I get so excited that I think I am going to explode.
FOOTBALL! PRESEASON FOOTBALL!
I buy beer. I make chicken wings. (Fine. I ask Gabe to make wings for me.)
This year I made both children wear Bucs jerseys.
We all sat at the living room table to watch FOOTBALL. It was so exciting.
Ten minutes later we were all bored out of our minds. Preseason football is boring. I don’t know these players. The commentators suck. There are always problems with the satellite feeds.
I know this. My husband tells me this before we watch the game. It is true every single year. Every year, every week of preseason it is the same. The games are torture. There are thousands of yards of penalties. The commercials are all for used car dealerships or local bars – not local bars here, but local bars in Kansas City or Jacksonville.
I think – this year I am going to watch all of the preseason games and I will kick ass at fantasy football!
But I can’t. I couldn’t even sit through the first half of the Bucs/Dolphins game.
On one hand, hooray! Football!
On the other hand, it is sort of like watching a little league flag football game except these guys don’t look as cute in helmets, it isn’t funny when they knock each other down and people really get hurt.
Oh, and it is so depressing when the guys get injured in preseason.
Don’t get me wrong – I’ll be watching the games this week. I just know that I will hate them.
Obsession isn’t supposed to make sense.
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