Just Say No Sydney.

Setting the stage... when Sydney and I met in Fargo for the first time, I was wearing blue jeans and my Brett Favre Green Bay Packer Jersey. After talking for a while, Sydney said, "Who's Brett Fav -er-ay?" (At the time, he was the league MVP for 3 years running.) My response was, "What kind of vacuum do you live in? ... You must live under a really big rock." Anyway, I soon found out that she had absolutely no clue about football what.so.ever. Didn't know teams, rules or scoring. Nothing, Nada, Zip. Fortunately for her, she was very hot, gorgeous and sexy... so I looked passed this major flaw. Over the years however, Sydney has studied the game... picked up on the rules and joined fantasy football. The fact that she loves football turns me on.

That said; I have created a monster. Yesterday, there were only 2 games on during the afternoon... so Sydney spent the afternoon moping in the living room upset that she didn't have a chance to watch our fantasy football players. She even went as far as complaining about how expensive the "NFL Ticket on Direct TV is and how it is a big conspiracy and that the networks are working together to reduce the amount of games on Sunday afternoon so that if people want to watch football that they have to purchase the $250.00 Sunday Ticket...."

Internet... it was really sad. I felt like I was a crack dealer who was watching a customer suffer withdawl. I couldn't tell if Sydney was just cold or if she was suffering from "the shakes."

I feel bad about what I have created... but then I would choose this over a wife who yells at me for watching too much football.

... So stuff that NFL crack pipe full and smoke it baby!