Fuck Football!

I hate football. I hate everything about football. Except for the delicious food my husband serves during the Super Bowl, there is absolutely nothing I give a rat’s ass about in regards to the game.

That said, I had to pretend I was interested for months in order to gather information I needed to plan my husband’s surprise FBI Retirement/50th birthday/25th anniversary present.

My spouse was immediately suspicious when I started asking questions about how the draft works, how rookies make the team or not, how the divisions are divided, his favorite players, etc. Maybe not suspicious, but he definitely noticed and even mentioned that this was the MOST I’ve ever talked about football. I lied to cover my ass and he moved on to the next bit of useless information while I smiled emptily and asked more questions. He happily rattled off rankings and statistics while I pasted on an interested face and kept mental notes.

The subterfuge worked!

I got all the information I needed to plan his trip. We leave on Friday to Dallas, TX to watch the Dallas Cowboys vs. Philadelphia Eagles home game. It will be a weekend jam packed with Dallas Cowboys activities; including, a VIP tour of their training facility – The Star, a VIP tour of the AT&T stadium and Rally Day festivities, and a Bill Bates tailgate party. Truth be told, I’m most looking forward to the first class flight!

If you watch the game, look for me on the 50 yard line, 8th row. I’ll be the one reading a book.

Oh, and he is not allowed to speak to me about football ever again for as long as I live.

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