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I don't know if any other ladies experience this type of thing with their husbands, boyfriends, or whatever, but it's just not a good idea to talk to them while they're watching football; any sport for that matter. If there's a guy who can watch a game AND hear what you're saying to them, I'd like to meet him...because I haven't met one yet.
I did read somewhere once that there was scientific proof that men only think with one side of their brain, therefore, they cannot concentrate on more than one thing at a time. This is part of the reason they don't hear you when watching TV. Apparently women use both sides of their brain, and therefore, can multitask. This is probably also the reason we remember everything men say, when a lot of times they wish we wouldn't. LOL Now I know there are men who can multitask and women who can't, but I still haven't met any. LOL
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Looks like the theme for Fatherhood Friday this week is End of Summer/Start of Fall. Summer's been over for a bit now, and what signals fall? You got it. Football. I thought I would share some observations or whatever about football.
Showboat had a game tonight. He's the quarterback and had a good game. The score was 21-7. There was a time, however; that he could have fumbled the ball like he did at last week's game. The problem? Holding the ball out in front of him or to the side. I think I was the first one who noticed that he did that. Understand that I have only been in his life for five years. But I think the problem lies within the fact that no one thinks he can do any wrong when it comes out to being on the football or baseball field, basketball court, or any sport he sets out to do really. Don't get me wrong, he is really good at sports, but sometimes people don't see his weak spots.
I told Stinky that he should mention that to Showboat, because one of these days the ball would get stripped or he'd fumble. Stinky never told him, and he lucked out; until last week. He fumbled the ball. That signaled what was to come; the other team scoring and tying the game. Had it not been for that, they would have won the game. Well, ok, I can't say that that was all of the reason, but I think it had a big part. I think even Showboat knew that in the end, because he seemed a little upset after the game. Stinky did tell him after that game that that was the reason he fumbled. Yet he did the same thing again tonight. Luckily, he was called down before it popped out of his hands.
Second observation: Never ever make, or somehow almost make, your husband miss the kickoff of his son's football game. For some reason, that entitles him to be a total douche bag. If you think that I'm a rotten wife, because I might think my husband's being a douche, well, that's o.k. In my world, if you're being a douche, I don't care who you are, I'm gonna call you on your douche baggery. (Have you noticed that douche bag is my favorite word? lol)
See, I understand that you want to see the kickoff. I'm cool with that. But how much would you actually miss if you don't see it. Like tonight, we were late to the game, because Stinky wouldn't listen to me when I told him he should turn on Broadstone Parkway. He insisted it was Broadstone Terrace. Now I've never been to this area or school, neither has he, but I think I would (well, I did) have it figured out. He spent 15-20 minutes going up and down one street to find Broadstone Terrace. Guess what street the school was on? Yup.
We get there, and someone is finishing up the butchering of the National Anthem. As we get in, the kickoff has happened and their return is over by the time we sit down. And would have guessed it?? The world didn't end. It wasn't that big of a deal that he missed the kickoff.
I guess dads are like that (and some moms, too) when they're into sports. I like watching sports, but I'm not all gung ho which leads me to my next observation.
Stinky was watching a game with the Kansas City Chiefs. In the stadium was nothing but a sea of red. I've noticed that in a lot of midwestern or eastern cities that during their games you will see an abundance of whatever that teams colors are. You can tell that they take definite pride in their teams, but sometimes I think too much importance is placed on sports. They've got to have something else, don't they???
When that game was over, we watched the Chargers game. I'm a big Chargers fan as I grew up in San Diego. However, as much as I love them, I couldn't tell you their stats and such. Anyways, I observed that the people at that stadium didn't have an abundance of any one of the Chargers colors whether it be the dark blue or the light blue. It was a mixture of all light colors; light blue, yellow, white, and whatever other color of clothing those people want to wear.
See, I think that in San Diego, the people who live there love their team just as much as anyone else does, but they're very kick back. They don't hinge their whole beings on the outcome of a football or even a baseball game. If they don't win the championship, sure they're upset, but they don't get crazy, cause riots and stuff.
When I am at a baseball game at Dodger Stadium, for example, I feel so relaxed. Not all stadiums feel like that to me. If they lose, those people go home and they're still happy. Though I will say that Northern California is different. You will see nothing but black at the stadium in Oakland. Those fans are crazy. You can't even be loyal to your team without them giving you a hard time. In San Francisco, you'll see all red. It's so weird; Northern and Southern California are like living in two different states. Seriously.
I don't know, maybe I'm wrong, but these are the things that I've observed.
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