Going LoCo

The Other Marriage Penalty

September 15, 2010 at 8:41 pm (Life, Marriage, Sports)

It’s been a while since I’ve updated this blog, and I really love writing, so I’m not sure why. I think that after all the wedding hoopla died down there just wasn’t anything going on in my life that I felt was worth writing about, and I doubt my extensive reading audience would be interested in hearing how I had three meetings at work today and made turkey meatloaf for dinner. I’ve been trying to come up with a new “angle” for this blog, so I figured, why not take some aspects of married life and put my own twist on it?

With that said, it’s on to topic #1, and one that I’m sure will recur time and time again: sports. To give some background, my husband is a bit of a sports fan. You know, the same way that the Pope is a bit of a Catholicism fan. Yep, he’s one of those obsessed, knows every stat, plan your life around big games sports fans. Nearly his entire wardrobe consists of jerseys or t-shirts with team logos, and he owns more baseball hats than I have pairs of shoes. We even had to plan our wedding date around sports (sigh… maybe for my next marriage I’ll be able to have a Sunday wedding in the Fall like I always wanted).

Granted, since we were friends first, I knew this going into our relationship. Before we got together, people wondered what girl would put up his fanaticism. Frankly, I still wonder that myself; especially when the second weekend in September rolls around.

Representing at Game 2 of the 2009 World Series

Now, baseball is easy. He is a big Yankees fan and a season ticket holder. Having grown up in Philly, my rooting interests always were with the Phillies. Fortunately the teams are in two different leagues, so there’s not much of a conflict here (the 2009 World Series notwithstanding). I like and respect the Yankees and consider them my second favorite team, and he feels the same way about the Phillies. So we’re cool with that. Perhaps it would be nice to have SOMETHING on our living room TV at night other than the YES network, but I can always retreat to the bedroom to see what Danielle’s up to on Real Housewives of NJ (side note: that bitch is craaazy!).

Football is another matter. In spite of the fact that he grew up in the middle of Manhattan, Mr. LoCo is a diehard Cowboys fan. I, of course, was raised properly to be an Eagles fan. A Cowboys fan and an Eagles fan. Yep. To quote a guy we met in a t-shirt shop one time, we’re a “mixed couple”.

To be truthful, I used to be a big Eagles fan but I broke up with them last year when they signed the dog-killing psychopath. But I couldn’t get them totally out of my heart and had a brief, shameful fling with them toward the end of last season. I finally changed my football team relationship status from “it’s complicated” to “single” when they traded McNabb to a division rival, and am currently pursuing a new relationship.

However, you can take the girl out of Eagles fandom – but you can’t make her stop hating the Cowboys.  Dallas is, by far, my least favorite NFL team, based not just on the fact that I was raised to hate them, but also that they tend to sign assholes and are run by possibly the most egotistical owner in professional sports. And yet, some very small part of me hopes that they will win each week. Why? Because if they win, my husband will be in a good mood for a few days. If they lose – bad mood.

He swapped out his Yankees baseball hat for a Yankees yarmulke at the wedding

How someone can invest so much of their emotions in something that is 100% outside their control is a topic for another day. The point is, we are only one week into the season and I’m already irritated. The stupid holding penalty that cost the Cowboys a touchdown in the final seconds of their game versus the Redskins also cost me a few nights of pleasant, upbeat conversation and penalized me with a pissed off husband.

Really, Alex Barron, what did I ever do to you?

Is it the bye week yet?