Now is the time for us to discuss the most splendid time of year: the start of college football season. The Mister and I are both rabid football fans. Because of our irrational passionate love of the sport some people would call us insane, but they are just haters and we will not waste any time discussing those fuckers.
My husband, despite his Australianism, is quite the student of the game. His commentary usually has some basis in strategy or some such bullshit. I prefer relying on hexes, personal threats, and voodoo.
For anyone lucky enough to spend an autumn Saturday at the Sparkles Plenty household, you'll hear something like this:
The Mister: Why the screen pass now? That makes no sense.
The Mister: What kind of formation was that? What was the offensive coordinator thinking?
The Mister: What? That's not pass interference! The ball was uncatchable!
Me: KICK HIM IN THE NADS!
My husband, despite his Australianism, is quite the student of the game. His commentary usually has some basis in strategy or some such bullshit. I prefer relying on hexes, personal threats, and voodoo.
For anyone lucky enough to spend an autumn Saturday at the Sparkles Plenty household, you'll hear something like this:
The Mister: Why the screen pass now? That makes no sense.
The Mister: What kind of formation was that? What was the offensive coordinator thinking?
The Mister: What? That's not pass interference! The ball was uncatchable!
Me: KICK HIM IN THE NADS!
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