One of the reasons I married my wife is because she loved the Green Bay Packers. One of the things I didn’t realize, though, is that when the Packers don’t do well, it is not safe for me or anyone else. Even though the Packers have been doing well for the past few years, my wife goes absolutely ballistic when they either lose or are not playing well, like they did in the Detroit game last week. I had to go in the basement and hide during the first half! Even though they won the game.
My grandmother used to watch wrestling. She would get down on the floor and pound it with her hand when watching them count out some opponent, until the doctor made her quit watching it.
Yeah - And I never know which team will be her favorite any particular Sunday. She picks from a sort list which team she wants to win, and goes rather nutz for them.
While not a sports fan myself, I can admit to having the same level of…enthusiasm some sports fans have when I am playing some computer games. I was at a LAN cafe one evening playing Counterstrike. There was a guy right next to me playing on a different server. He was sniping, and was listening very carefully for footsteps so he could plug the next badguy that ran past his field of vision.
I myself was on CS_Aztec and trying to disarm the terrorist bomb. The damn thing goes off half a second before I disarmed it. I was so pissed (it was a very close game) I screamed, “GOD DAMN IT!” at the top of my lungs, so loud in fact that the guy next to me was startled, jerked the mouse and squeezed off a shot by accident, giving away his position, and when he turned to me to tell me to shut the fuck up some enemy spotted him and nailed him with an easy headshot
Holy shit – this thread title couldn’t more exactly describe my wife. She’s a University of Michigan football fan. A freakishly obsessive University of Michigan football fan. (Although I’ve now met several others – I think they do some sort of brainwashing during orientation at that school.) It was lucky for me that the first year we started dating they went undefeated, thus keeping reality from spoiling the idyllic vision of herself that she presented to me. “Me, yeah I like to watch Michigan football sometimes. You know, just for fun.”
I’ve since learned better. If they’re not up by at least seven near the end, I have the car idling in the driveway and the doorknob in my hand.
The football team at my daughter’s high school is pretty bad. They might even be said to “suck.” They lost their homecoming game by a pretty embarrassing margin.
When they came off the field at the end of the second half, they were pelted by empty soda cans and wads of paper by their own parents. :mad:
Very early in my marriage, my husband said to me, “Honey, if you are going to swear at the TV on Sundays, I’m just going to go out, OK?”
It took about three years and two really bad losing seasons, but eventually I found better things to do with my Sundays. The WryGuy has never gloated about this.
Let’s just say that she took it much, much worse than I did when Driver turned that touchdown into a touchback. But I think that that’s only because I had already given up on the Packers this week.
Is anybody else seeing a startling trend in the percentage of crazy football wives who are Packer fans?
Me too, yellowval, me too. My husband just laughs at me. But I’m slowly drawing him in to my world.
Sometimes (often?) when I watch the Vikings, I’ll watch 'em through the slits of my fingers (which are held over my face at the time). Especially on key third or fourth downs. SpouseO thinks it’s cute, apparently. He just doesn’t understand.
The cat gets annoyed with the screaming and yelling, however. She’ll leave the room.
My cats don’t like to watch the game with me, either. They’ve been known to go flying off my lap when I jump off the couch to cheer and/or scream obscenities.
You should see what happens when my sisters and I watch the game together. Three of us are HUGE Vikes fans and we’re known to jump up and down and dance around the living room after a good play. Oddly enough, none of our husbands are that into football.
She picks from a sort list which team she wants to win, and goes rather nutz for them.