Who are you Cheering for, Bitches? (That last word is since you can’t end a sentence with a preposition)

We didn’t finish watching the Golden Globes last night; neither of us could keep our eyes open.  We DVR’d the rest of it (Digital Vegetative Railway) and hit the sack.  As I passed out into the bed, hallucinations of the rich and famous danced through my head.  Okay, gotta admit it.  There were also visions of how lucky I am to have a partner who will watch this kind of schmaltz with me.  If I beg sweetly enough that is.

Yesterday before the Golden Globes, I watched all of the neighborhood couples getting ready for the Falcon’s playoff game.  For those of you not in the know, this is a football team trying to win a shot at the Super Bowl.  If you still don’t follow, I suggest you Google Super Bowl and then come back to this post.  Anyway, up and down the street, there were women in cute red and black jerseys chilling beer in coolers while men carefully arranged 24-hour marinated, grass-fed, humanely raised, organic, fat-free (?) cuts of meat on their back deck grills.  Facebook was packed with tailgating photos and commentary on how much nail-biting had ruined each and every manicure.  Even at MARTA this morning there was a woman hobbling onto the train platform with an orthopedic shoe.  She was telling her fellow riders how she’d broken her middle toe AND “messed up” her pedicure by jumping out of her chair in excitement as the Falcon’s kicked a last minute field goal to win the game.  She even played the martyr and waited until all of her guests had left before going to the emergency room.

It got me thinking about the fact that Doc B and I don’t really watch sports together.  We DO yoga together, and in the past we jogged together, but we don’t really have a team sport around which we rally (okay, can I cut with the formal sentences that don’t end in a preposition already?).  I’m guessing we’ve been to one baseball game together in the past 15 years and that’s about it.  In the early days, I may have had Wimbledon on over the 4th of July week, but it wasn’t like we sat there and watched it together.  We really don’t watch athletic events unless you count the Olympics – and even then it’s mainly for the opening and closing ceremonies.  Oh, and yes, we do watch the Super Bowl for the commercials and the half-time show.

  • My mom and dad have the Michigan State Spartans, any sport
  • My middle sis and her husband have the Detroit Tigers
  • My youngest sis and her husband have the Green Bay Packers
  • Mr. and Mrs. T have soccer and the World Cup
  • Kali and Tequila have college football (some ridiculous team from the West-Mid-West that thinks they are part of the Big Ten)
  • Pam the hairdresser/therapist and her hubby have hockey
  • Q and the other O have the Pittsburgh Steelers

And…Doc B and I have Celebrity Award Shows.  Put us down for the Grammys, the Oscars and the Tony’s – we’re there!

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