It seems
that the recent question posed on the message board of, �What does the wife
think about your investment in this site,� is deserving of an article.� As usual, per personal experience�.
My wife�s
response is best summarized by my excitedly telling her that Mill had invited
me to write articles for this esteemed website, �Oh great!!� she said,
��another thing for you to be an idiot about.�
My wife, a
native New Englander, a PK with no grounding in any sports tradition doesn�t
get, and will never get it.� As I always
tell her, �You�ll never understand; you�re not from
I though I
had her 24 years ago�brought her to a Steelers-Patriots game in �81.� My mistake was seating her with my Patriots
friend, Stupid Charlie, while I sat with my brother.� The game went to OT, the Steelers won on a
Bradshaw-Swann TD pass (�does anyone other than Hesske remember the sign, 12 +
88 = 6).� I excitedly waited for her
outside of the stadium.� �Wasn�t it
great?� I exclaimed.� �Don�t you ever
f#%@# do that to me again,� she said.�
Apparently Charlie was out of control, screaming, cursing, pounding his
fist.� When the little woman laughed at
this, Charlie became incensed.� �Don�t
laugh at me,� he warned.� So�she had the
double wammy of feeling unsafe with Stupid Charlie compounded by sitting with a
stupid Pats fan acting like an idiot in the enemy territory of Three
Rivers.� Add in their sitting in the 1st
row of the upper deck, prime for being tossed over the rail, and she couldn�t
wait to get the hell out of there.�
Twenty-four years later, she�s never been back.
My Sunday
strategy is to get her the hell out of the house until the game is over.� She has this uncanny ability to come home
with about 4 minutes left in the game, wanting to talk to me about something.
Arrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!
Anyway,
about the site�..she can be sitting on the couch, reading, doing whatever she
want to do, but seems to have radar when www.stillers.com
appears on the computer.� �What are you
doing?� Why are you wasting your time
doing THAT?�� Which always prompts my
response of, �Look�I don�t interrogate you about what you�re doing�� and the
battle builds from there.
I own a
cottage in
�Oh,� she
said, �who would that be?��
�StillTrivia,�
I answered.�
�What�s his
name,� she said.
��I don�t know, � I answered.
��What,��
she said, �you�ve invited someone to come stay with us�.and you don�t
know his name.� Don�t we always warn our
kids around communicating with people on the internet�and know that�s exactly
what you�re doing.��
�Yeah,� I
said, �but I doubt that anyone wants to sexually abuse a 50-year-old fat guy.�
Interesting
point she raises, though.� Last playoff
season, when the tailgate was being arranged in the Heinz Field lot, I
mentioned to my nephew that was accompanying me that not only had I never met
the people we would be tailgating with, I really didn�t know their names.� Some of the names are obvious, SteelerIke,
OregonSteve, Hesske, SteelerAl(�did I have to mention him).� I met Glenn95 (who�s obviously Glenn) and
StillDiesel (who�s name I think is Justin�but it doesn�t really matter), but it
is a bit odd to think that we have these relationships with each other but know
only our screen names.� For example, I
can�t imagine what FukCowher�s name would be.�
I assume that this mother named him Fuk.
I do
receive a Christmas card each year from Mill.�
This past year, there was Mill, who�s white, 3 little white girls, and a
black person on the Christmas card.� I
showed this to my wife, and said, �Gee�I don�t remember Mill�s wife being
black.��� I read further, only to
discover that the said person of color was none other than Hines Ward.�� What a fan�..boots his wife off the Christmas
card in favor of #86!!� Lest anyone think
this guy doesn�t bleed black & gold, what further proof does one need!
Rambled
enough�.my wife�s the Anti-Fan�.hates football�.I love her�..and all of you as
well, even though I don�t know your names.�