Football makes me nervous

And I’m not even in a football pool.  I can’t sit still.  I cover my eyes and plug my ears.  I walk in and out of the room, even pretend to clean the house.

To relieve my anxiety, I listen to the my husband – the Reporter — and his verbal cues.  When he yells excitedly, I run in and watch the replay.  When he groans, I hum to myself to block out the television sportscaster, and then shout, “How bad was the damage?”

I can’t believe it.  I was actually face-to-face with the television watching the game late in the fourth quarter, and the New York Jets give Tom Brady what seems like three days to execute a pass.  He could have sat down at a desk and phoned the play in.  I don’t care how many touchdowns the other team is ahead, you don’t go soft on New England. 

I think the Jets ought to try my kind of defense.  Just jump up and down, screaming real loud and waving your arms.  It’s sure to be distracting (just ask my husband).

I don’t care who wins the Super Bowl as long as it’s not Tom Brady.  I’m hoarse now, but at least that team won’t be a problem this year.  Yeah, for the whoever’s-playing-New-England team.   Happy Sunday.

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