So I have figured out that if you come straight home from work, cook dinner, and then sit on the couch and watch all of the amazing shows on TV, it doesn’t really leave much room for any blog stories.
Unless you want to hear my opinion of The Bachelor and how I am completely addicted to that show.
Maybe another day…
So for today I will talk about football. Yes football.
I do not understand boys and football. Well I guess I don’t understand my husband and football.
Let me explain.
When I first met Luke I quickly found out that he was a die-hard New York Giants fan. This was something that I found extremely cute when we started dating.
Now? It just annoys me.
Luke has been a loyal fan since he was 8. He has never lived in New York City and he doesn’t know anybody who has played for the Giants, he simply decided to become a fan and has remained (crazily) loyal to this day.
I became a Giants fan the day I signed my marriage license. It was 10% by choice (becoming a Giants fan, not signing the marriage license that was 100% choice).
If you are unfamiliar with the football world let me tell you that last year the Giants won the Super Bowl. From what I understand, they were not expected to win or even make it to the Super Bowl so the win was astonishing.
You would have thought Luke was a part of the Giants franchise or something. When they won, his phone was ringing nonstop, he was getting texts from every man he knew, he SERIOUSLY was getting pats on the back and congratulations for a good season.
I had never been so confused in my whole life I watched every game that season right there with him.
I definitely deserved a congratulations for a job well done for that one.
So, a couple of months go by, and Luke and I were now on our way to marital bliss.
One night a couple of weeks before our wedding we were out running errands when I asked Luke: “Do you think you will cry on our wedding day?”
He looked at me with such love in his eyes and said:
“Meg, I didn’t even cry win the Giants won the Super Bowl, I don’t think I will cry on our wedding day”
Ah, he is such a sweet soul.
It put things into perspective for me: First God, then the Giants, followed by me.
So our first 6 months of marriage fell on football season and has gone considerably well.
However, the Giants just lost their chance of making it to the Super Bowl and my husband has been in a state of depression for the past couple of days.
This is when I remind myself to 'love him in his weak moments'.
I know that my husband loves me more than the Giants, although sometimes during football season it is hard to tell.
Basketball season can't come soon enough.
When did I start living my life based on sports seasons??!?!?!