Is it over yet?

I am not a sports enthusiast. I never have been. I ran track and cross country in high school, and I used to watch the Olympics every season. However, I have never developed a passion for any. That's why I cannot understand my husband's obssession with football. It did not begin until this year, and it is driving me to insanity.

I must admit that I just have never taken the time to understand the sport, and that contributes to my disdain. It is difficult to enjoy what one does not understand. Part of my dislike also stems from the fact that in high school I was on the dance team for the marching band. So, for four years I attended every game, and most of them were pretty bad. When I met my husband, I didn't think he was much into the sport either. He would watch some golf, but rarely did he turn on a football game. The only exception was the Superbowl, and who doesn't watch that?

I don't know if he has become so engrossed because of all the games we now attend to watch our son play in the marching band. I don't know how many times I have watched him become animated and yell at the refs on the field. Everyone just sort of laughs and shakes their heads at him. That irritates me sometimes, but the truly miserable point for me is that he now constantly has a game on television.

I could understand if he was into a specific team. He has no favorites. He doesn't even discriminate between college and pro football. As long as it is a game, his butt is parked in the chair and he is engrossed. The rest of the world stops existing. It's not fair sometimes because he just monopolizes the television and he knows how much I hate it.

I suppose I am very irritated tonight because I have asked him three times to get a box off of the top shelf for me so I can finish putting Christmas decorations away. It is too heavy for me. Yet, it still sits there. In addition, he has pretty much been on his ass since the first game this afternoon and is now watching a second one. The icing on the cake is that I walk into the living room to see the baby in her chair wide awake while he's in the recliner with his feet up (where he cannot see her) falling asleep.

Enough is enough already!