My wife is funny.
Whenever one of my teams is playing, particular my Alma mater, K-State, she is a casual watcher, sometimes doing annoying things to make me furious. If we're watching a K-State game, and K-State has a first quarter like the Seahawks had two weeks ago, she'll mutter, "I don't think they're gonna win, babe." If they end up losing, she says, "Oh well, that's too bad." If I scream and rage, she'll say, "Calm down, you're upsetting the cats." And the worst, the absolute worst of all, is if I'm sitting on the sofa, watching a really tight game, she'll lay on the sofa, put her feet in my lap, and say, "Rub my feet while you're watching football."
WHAT? WHAT? THERE'S NO FOOT-RUBBING IN FOOTBALL! THERE IS NO FOOT-RUBBING IN FOOTBALL!
Then her Seahawks had the year that they've been having. Tables have turned.
These last two playoff games, she has been screaming so loud that I'm tempted to go out in the front yard in a smoking jacket with a snifter of brandy, look at my obnoxious neighbors, and say, "That's right, mo-fo, who's da man?" In the NFCCC, when the Seahawks fell behind 10 points, I said, "I don't think they're gonna win, babe. You want to watch a movie on Netflix?"
Yes, I'm a dick, but after getting it from her when watching games she doesn't care about, it's nice to turn it back around. For the record, I LOVE seeing her this passionate about the game. It's nice to be involved in football-watching with a wife who acts like a good football-watching pal, not a casual observer who wants ill-timed foot rubs. When Sherm made The Tip, she was on the floor, kicking and screaming. I've never seen her like this for a game. (suffice to say, I got some that night)
Last week, my cousin and his wife invited us over for the game. They don't have a dog in this hunt, but his wife is a Stanford grad, and she "hates cheatin' Pete" and also thinks Peyton "deserves" another ring. My wife said:
"I love your cousins, but NO WAY am I watching THIS Superb Owl with THEM! I won't be able to scream! I won't be able to jump up and down and kick! I won't be able to roll on the floor! Worst of all, they'll want to TALK through the whole game! And what's worse, every time they cheer for something the Broncos do, I'll want to murder both of them! We're watching this Superb Owl at home, just the two of us, with the windows closed and the curtains drawn so I can DO WHAT I WANT!"