I'm so glad that it's time again for my husband to veg in front of the TV for HOURS straight. I have really missed being left to entertain myself while he acts like a zombie. Not that I really mind reading on AR.
But I have noticed lately that I know WAY too much about a sport I don't like. I explain penalties for my children and mother-in-law without even stopping to consider the rules. When my husband commented earlier that "Eli's getting about as good as his brother," I knew his brother was Peyton. And when he asked an hour ago, "Didn't you have classes at Clemson with him?" I knew immediately the names of the players he was talking about (who didn't make the NFL, unfortunately).
But the Super Bowl and it's cute commercials will be here in no time, right? And then I'm free to enjoy baseball on TV, instead.
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