i was lucky enough to snag the tv remote when i got home from work last night. joe was watching an atlanta thrashers game and, since hockey really isn’t at the top of my list of much-watch television, i switched the channel to abc to see if the bachelor was starting.
that threw joe into a frenzy. apparantly, i changed the channel right as one of the thrashers players was about to shoot a goal. “are you crazy?” joe asked. “what are you doing?”
i turned it back and, lucky for me, he hadn’t scored. they did, though, score before the bachelor began.
“it’s only a game,” i said.
the look i received from my husband was one i’ve never seen before. and then came the lecture. “don’t you ever say that again. it’s *not* just a game. how can you even think that?”
because to me it is. i can watch a game and if my team loses, shrug and say, “they’ll win it next time.” for joe, sports is life. if his team loses, he will be in a bad mood for a while.
so now i’ve learned not what to say when joe is watching sports. but that doesn’t mean i’ll stop doing it.