Sports Guy's wife hates some of his football season habits. This all sounds so familiar.
Do women take some sort of course on this stuff? Is there some sort of illogic chip implanted in their brains at birth that makes them not love sports at the proper level of enthusiasm while simultaneously giving them a bizarre sort of ESP that enables them to time their complaining/requests/cleaning schedule/talking/coughing/sneezing/breathing/etc. to ruin the sports-viewing experience? Why don't they understand that they have a problem?
They are so weird.
(I love you honey.)
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