Nope, I don’t care at all. In fact, I kind of want to groan in disappointment because it just means I’ve got to put up with watching them play for up to another 6 weeks. Oh my God. Just kill me.
I kind of hate how my life has to be planned around sports and the watching of them. I’m still not in peak health condition, so today I’m laying in bed for going on the 3rd hour, feeling like I’ve been hit by an atomic bomb, and I have to drag my ass out of my death bed to go set the DVR to record the Rangers game for the Boy who works on Saturdays. Can I just tell you that the last thing I wanted to do at that moment was drag my ass out of my death bed for any reason at all, let alone to facilitate my sports junkie boyfriend’s sports habit? I can only compare it to having to get out of your death bed to cut lines for your coke-head significant other.
Then, because the Boy’s family is every bit as psycho as he is about baseball, I got to watch the whole thing live and then again when he finally got home from work. And after that we watched some college football. And tomorrow we’ll watch NFL ball. Monday we’ll be watching the Rangers again, and then Tuesday, and so on until I FREAKING DIE.
Not to mention the games the Nephews play that we have to go to. Baseball games all day every weekend day, football throughout the week. Thank God I don’t have to go to all of them, but my Boy likes to go whenever he has an opportunity, and his parents sure as hell try to see them all (and they succeed!).
It’s a sickness. It’s a dirty sickness.
Is it because I’m from a state that has to share it’s sports teams with 5 other neighboring states that I just don’t understand this? Is this sort of sick obsession isolated just to this particular family, or is it all of Texas? Or is it all of the United States?? That thought just scares me…
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