Cena's Little Helper
Mid-Card Championship Winner
I'm not talking about the givens that every man should already know (e.g., you look fat in that dress). I'm talking about insidious comments that will get you banished to the couch for a few days should your wife decide she wants to discuss and analyze them.
This inaugural comment resulted in my current living room exile:
You will never understand how much I love (insert the name of your favorite sports team; in my case, it's the Redskins), so just drop it.
While this statement is correct in the context of most marriages, its wording is fatally flawed. Allow me to discuss...
Some women love sports, but the majority of them find sports, at best, only mildly entertaining. Furthermore, the latter sort of women are completely perplexed as to how a group of men their husbands don't even personally know could so acutely dictate their emotions. Case in point, my wife has no idea how two men named Robert Griffin III and Alfred Morris could make me scream obscenities at the top of my lungs on a Monday night. She can also not understand why I pace around our living room while I tell an imaginary audience that this is the last fucking time the 'Skins embarrass me and that I'm done with them (as a side note, I am hoping that when I inevitably cave on my proclamation this upcoming Sunday that she doesn't throw it in my face...I don't know how much longer I can take the couch).
So, when all is said and done, it is true that your wife will never understand the love you have with for your favorite sports team(s). Should you tell your wife this, though, NEVER, EVER tell her that she doesn't understand this "love." Always take caution when using the word love with any woman; its implications and connotations are extremely complex when mulled in the female psyche. When I told my wife the aforementioned comment, all she heard was she didn't understand love, and this put her into full fury mode. It was an extremely unpleasant experience, where the obscenities I had released not ten minutes ago were thrown back in my face with a painful velocity. I have learned my lesson and I am now paying for it. Please take my story into consideration when you find yourself both with someone/married and on the verge of a breakdown regarding the piss-poor performance of your team.
This inaugural comment resulted in my current living room exile:
You will never understand how much I love (insert the name of your favorite sports team; in my case, it's the Redskins), so just drop it.
While this statement is correct in the context of most marriages, its wording is fatally flawed. Allow me to discuss...
Some women love sports, but the majority of them find sports, at best, only mildly entertaining. Furthermore, the latter sort of women are completely perplexed as to how a group of men their husbands don't even personally know could so acutely dictate their emotions. Case in point, my wife has no idea how two men named Robert Griffin III and Alfred Morris could make me scream obscenities at the top of my lungs on a Monday night. She can also not understand why I pace around our living room while I tell an imaginary audience that this is the last fucking time the 'Skins embarrass me and that I'm done with them (as a side note, I am hoping that when I inevitably cave on my proclamation this upcoming Sunday that she doesn't throw it in my face...I don't know how much longer I can take the couch).
So, when all is said and done, it is true that your wife will never understand the love you have with for your favorite sports team(s). Should you tell your wife this, though, NEVER, EVER tell her that she doesn't understand this "love." Always take caution when using the word love with any woman; its implications and connotations are extremely complex when mulled in the female psyche. When I told my wife the aforementioned comment, all she heard was she didn't understand love, and this put her into full fury mode. It was an extremely unpleasant experience, where the obscenities I had released not ten minutes ago were thrown back in my face with a painful velocity. I have learned my lesson and I am now paying for it. Please take my story into consideration when you find yourself both with someone/married and on the verge of a breakdown regarding the piss-poor performance of your team.