Well, we are about to begin the second weekend of the 2012/2013 pro football season and, suddenly, I find myself missing my husband. Football season is a big deal for Jason and I have learned to accept that, from September until February, I am a Fantasy Football widow. It used to be just Sundays and Monday evenings but now, with the addition of Thursday night football, well...you know.
I believe there are a lot of us football widows out there because over the past few weeks my previous post, "We Interrupt This Marriage to Bring you Football Season," has gotten a ton of hits.
As I posted before, Jason is a great husband and amazing father but, when football is on, he is tuned out to the day-to-day more than he is tuned into the boob tube. Honestly, I could have three and, this would be the only time of the year, he wouldn't even notice.
After all this time, I have come to terms with football and -- as I have posted before in more detail -- I try to make the most of this time of year. Or you can be like my friend Lynn and obtain the "if you can't beat them, then join them mentality." She rolled up her sleeves to learn all the technical aspects of the game and now sits side-by-side with her man during all the games. The only difference is that when he cracks a beer, she takes a sip of her martini.
With my son Shane starting his second season of flag football, I just may follow in her footsteps so I can be a part of this family past-time as well... or not; I still have one more book in the Fifty Shades series to go and -- please don't tell anyone -- I honestly enjoy my temporary widowhood.