For the football widow, winter starts in August. The NFL pre-season. He’s glued to the TV. His hearing begins to fade. He can still hear the sportscasters all right. Both the color commentators and the play-by-play.
It’s just that he can no longer hear you.
You wrap your sweater around you a little bit tighter. The chill has begun.
And you know it will last until the February Super Bowl.
Unless . . . is there perhaps a way to rewrite this worn out, tired old script?
Mercifully, gentle Football Widow, there is.
Let us call your attention to your dearly beloved Football Fan. You will note เว็บบอล ดีที่สุด that, in fact, he is not cold at all. Quite the contrary! He is positively ablaze . . . at least when his team is winning.
Okay, then. Let us acknowledge that there is considerable heat being generated. Why, then, are you so cold?
Could it have anything to do with your being in a separate room, sulking? Or perhaps you’ve just returned from the mall or your mother’s or wherever hoping to find the game finally, blessedly over.
When you find it isn’t . . . well, uh, that draft you feel is you slamming the door.
Why? When all the heat is there waiting for you in front of the TV, why do you continue to refuse it?
But you hate football! Oh, really? What exactly do you know about the game?
Are you willing to agree that you have to know something at least a little bit before you can reasonably declare that you hate it?
Then, consider this: if you did learn about football, maybe you’d find out that you liked it after all.