I gave him The Finger

Football season is among us and I am sure there are a great deal of women out there getting super irritated at their husbands for their half listening skills and glazed eyes. Women who are probably close to demanding something other than football be put on the TV, despite being only 2 weeks in to pro-football.

I am not one of those women. Football can be on all day for all I really care. I understand it and like enough to half pay attention and it makes great back ground noise for when I am cooking. I will probably regret everything I just said, though, if my husband sees this blog post.


One thing that makes football so great, for me anyway, if FANTASY FOOTBALL! Yes, I belong to a league. It is a keeper league through work and it is my second year. Last year, I did well enough to make the play offs and finished somewhere in the middle of the pack. I WILL do better this year.

I am borderline obsessive when it comes to my fantasy team. Named "Over Dwayne Bowe"- yes I stole the name- I am the proud owner of Aaron Rogers, Rashard Mendenhall, Hakeem Nicks and yes, my namesake, Dwayne Bowe. I check my line up constantly. Hell, today is Tuesday and I have already checked my guys and who they play and how well that teams defense it. I will make tweaks and second guess my self until the last possible second.

Then during the games, I will check and re-check and re-re-check my score, how many guys do I have left to play, how many does my opponent. It is tiring and thrilling all at the same time. And stressful, don't forget stressful!


Last night was Monday night football. A match up between the Giants and the Rams. Neither team I care about one way or another- except for Hakeem Nicks. Questionable all week with a bone bruise from last weeks game, I gambled and left him in. All the news I heard suggested he would play. The "Questionable" status is a killer for FF, especially a Monday night game. ESPECIALLY since I was down by 7, with ONLY Nicks left to play and my opponent with NO ONE to play. Man, I am getting stressed just thinking about it again.


I was intently watching a very subpar game, hoping and praying to the fantasy gods that all passes were thrown to and received by Nicks. Jeff was next to me on the couch. All of a sudden a play starts in motion and it looks like it's going #88 and Jeff picks that exact time to tell me about somebody singing the national anthem or something like that.

I did want ANY good wife would do- I held up my finger, indicating I want him to be silent and I leaned into the TV.


For the record, I tied my game. Nicks got exactly 7 points which brought us even in score.