My husband is a football guy. It's the only sport he enjoys watching (he refers to baseball as Major League Boring) and the New England Patriots are his team. As a child growing up in Massachusetts, he was used to them being losers. The Patriots never went to the Super Bowl, and if they did, they lost. That is until 10 years ago when they went and beat the St. Louis Rams 20-17 thanks to a last minute field goal kick by Adam Vinatieri (I cannot tell you how much is pains me that I know this).
It was during this game that I saw how much of a football/Patriots fan my husband was. During that last minute kick, he was on the living room floor on his hands and knees watching the game like his life depended on the Patriots winning.
I was a little shocked, to say the least. I mean really...this was the man I married and had a child with? We had been married 7.5 years by that time and I'd NEVER seen him act this way. Over anything. Including me. So yeah, it was shocking.
Last night was the fourth trip to the Super Bowl for the Patriots, so I figured we'd have a party...a Super Bowl soiree, if you will. But seeing as we live on the East Coast and the game didn't start until 6:30 PM and everyone had a job to be at the next morning, it ended up being a smaller affair...
It was me, my husband, our daughter, my sister-in-law and my niece.
That's right. My football fan of a husband spent the night watching his team play in the Super Bowl with four girls. Make that five. The cat is a girl too. At least she used to be.
And the mere fact that he watched the entire game with us and never once commented about being surrounded by so many females on a very manly night is exactly why my husband is such a great guy.
That and a few other things, but I shan't discuss them here because really...something should remain private between a husband and wife.
Love you babe.