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Sounds like you love your wife a lot. There's no other explanation for allowing oneself to like a Jerry Jones's product is there??
I guess you can always look at it as 'it could be worse -- she could have asked me to like the Jets'.
Let me be completely honest, TBS...
At first, I couldn't have cared less about the Cboys. It actually pained me to try and watch the games. I started gambling again, just to try and give myself incentive, but then I felt bad because I'd secretly be rooting against them a lot (for obvious reasons).
I saw how much it meant to my wife, who had been a fan for about 20 years or so and suffered without the postseason for quite some time. That alone now allows me to casually follow them with her, and she's come a long way following my team in return. It's amazing what marriage will do to a person
With her games I can half pay attention, surf the web, etc. With the Pats, I pretty much just swear and pace back and forth. There's still a huge difference, and always will be.
I grew up in Maine... Mrs. Rover, on Long Guyland... so when we met, she was a (gulp) Jets fan. So was/is her whole family.
However, we lived in Maine for 20 years after marrying, and she became a Pats fan to the point where when the Pats played the Jets, she'd be rooting for our guys.
Now we've moved back to Long Guyland (her parents are getting on in years), and, despite her feeling bad for her sibs when the Jets lose, she STILL roots for the Pats... she just doesn't tell her family about it. LOL... now that's my girl!
Btw, loudly swearing at the TV is definitely ok.....it's when the remote controls start paying the price for the opposition converting a third and long that it it's offocially a problem
My dad (and his dad as well) were known for ruining/destroying multiple TV sets during bad gambling streaks.
I imagine that the remote control came into play on a couple of them, at least in my dad's case. My grandpa must have gotten much more creative back in the day, when one had to put more effort into destroying a perfectly good television without the benefit of a remote control.
I'm the sports fan in my household. My guy hates sports. Its like pulling teeth trying to get him to watch a game with me. It's actually really weird because he played football in high school but he still asks me whats going on in a game on the occasion he does watch.
Similar situation here, I love the Pats and my wife hates football. She isn't just indifferent to the game but actually really dislikes it, mainly due to the fact that her prior ex-boyfriend was a real D-bag about the game. (One of those guys who still relives his glory days every twenty minutes to anyone who passes by, even though his glory days were high school football which was over 10 years ago for him, when he weighed 100 pounds less... Still lives with his parents... But I digress.) So football sort of has a negative connotation for her. But as the marriage goes on it gets better.
On a side note, she's a Yankees fan, so that's also a problem.
My dad (and his dad as well) were known for ruining/destroying multiple TV sets during bad gambling streaks.
I imagine that the remote control came into play on a couple of them, at least in my dad's case. My grandpa must have gotten much more creative back in the day, when one had to put more effort into destroying a perfectly good television without the benefit of a remote control.
Damn Sup, that's quite an impressive fan lineage you got.
The best I can remember is Dad jumping so high after a play that he put his finger tips through the styrofoam textured ceiling (those horrid ceilings were common in the 70s). He had bet big on a game that was saved near the end of the game by a near miracle play (I think it was Fran Tarkenton/the Vikings). The finger holes stayed in the ceiling for several seasons -- as a badge of honor/"great" story to tell.
My best save was when I bet the Cowboys giving up 5.5 many years ago. The game went into overtime and Drew Pearson caught a long pass and went out at about the five yard line. The Cowboys immediately set up for the game winning FG on first down and my bet looked like a loser. Then they faked the kick and passed for the winning and covering TD instead. That was one week and 39 years ago.
I stopped betting when Dan Fouts and Air Coryell failed to cover an 11.5 spread after running up and down the field on the Seattle Seahawks many year ago. The Bolts were up 21-0 at the half but it should have been 42-0. Then, with 4 seconds left in the game and the Seahawks at midfield trailing 21-7, Jim Zorn goes back to pass, is immediately being pressured and starts running the other way. Zorn turns to his left and heaves a ball as far down the field as he could, where a Seattle WR catches the ball at the 15. Phew, I think.
But wait, there's a flag on the play. The Seahawks get one more play. They're still down 14 and have no chance to win, but Zorn goes back to pass one more time anyway. Zorn throws a pass in the front left corner of the endzone where Steve Largent has slipped and fallen, and while sitting on his butt in the end zone, Largent reaches up and snags the pass for a 21-14 final. I never bet another game after that.
My best save was when I bet the Cowboys giving up 5.5 many years ago. The game went into overtime and Drew Pearson caught a long pass and went out at about the five yard line. The Cowboys immediately set up for the game winning FG on first down and my bet looked like a loser. Then they faked the kick and passed for the winning and covering TD instead. That was one week and 39 years ago.