Adrienne Writes

One of my friends – who stayed with us for the weekend – wondered aloud how men can watch 12 hours of football and never leave the couch.

I told her that just like how we can watch Sex In The City or I can watch The Lord of the Rings for hours and hours on end, men can watch football. This friend was not asking the question as a criticism. She was truly interested in the topic. And she’s not the first one who has asked me how I, as a newlywed, can “stand” to watch football for the entire weekend.

Here’s the answer: It don’t bother me.

And frankly, with so much going wrong in the world, what’s wrong with checking out of it for 12 hours to enjoy something purely wholesome that takes your mind away from worldly worries.

Here’s the deal… Watching football as a hobby is far better than say, robbing banks when you’re bored. As they say, know your man. No point in marrying him if his football fetish drives you up the wall. That’s why it’s important to get to know the person you’re considering for your mate. If this football thing pisses you off, then he’s probably not the one. And trust, ladies, whoever he is BEFORE he marries you will only intensify once you are yoked up in taxes, homes, kids, vacations, deaths and births.

Anyhow, I don’t mind that the soundtrack to my home is football and now the NBA (specifically, the Celtics.) I know the man is home when I walk in to the smell of popcorn, a smattering of Heineken bottles and the sound of screaming fans emanating from all the TVs. That’s home, at least that’s the sound of home until the season ends.

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For those of you checking in on my Fantasy Football induction. Well, I’m better this week than last. So thanks for all your encouragement. I have 593 fantasy points for my team, Sookie Sookie Now. I am no longer in last place. Whew.

This is not to say that I’m not close to last, but I’m two spots away from being “the newbie who knew not what to do.” The lowest point earner has 544. The highest? 700 or so. I had a bit of a reprieve two weeks ago when Tom Brady and the Patriots completely destroyed the Tennessee Titans 59-0. It was a snowy, cold game. And it was such a huge blowout that Brady got me close to 50 points all by his lonesome. Hurrah! Brady to Welker is a magic, magic sight when it comes to fantasy football.

Moving on to this past Sunday’s game versus The Buccaneers. They played in London, at Wembly stadium (part of the NFL’s massive plan to bring football to the world and monetize it along the way…) The game went swiftly.
The Pats won, hands down. Final score? 35-7.

But a win for the Pats doesn’t mean a win for me, necessarily. I lost this week’s bout to the team known as Haitian Sensation. I only lost by 30 points, but I did lose. In the end, it’s not the points that matter, but the actual number of wins. Right now I’m 2-4-0. Two wins. Four losses. Zero ties.

Tonight I’m scouring the waiver wires for more players to pick up. I need a quarterback to play during Brady’s bye week. I’ve already got Sanchez, but I’m not sure if I should play him. We’ll see if I find another. Frankly, there are just too many players to research and lots of guys on the FF team, and so I’m left doing an eenie, meenie, miney moe type of thing with the few players who are left.