The Widows' Walk

5:09:27 PM EST
Feeling Ecstatic

Oh Holy Cow.  And not the part of one I've had in the pressure cooker this afternoon.

We WON!!!!  I can't begin to say how thrilled I am.  Yeah, I'm definitely a lukewarm football fan -- okay, even cooler than that -- but Dude!  I'd have to have a heart of steel to not be affected by that game.

Yanno, Falcons, I'd cry a river for your sad, sad tale, but it might make my mascara run.

Hee.

Anyway, I'm outta here.  I broke out a bottle of champagne-ish stuff for Trav and me, and I don't want to sound like any more of an idiot than I already have.

WeeHee!!!!!!!!!!

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7:01:20 PM EST
Feeling Angry
Hearing Whatever the heck's playing on "Breaking Bonaduce"

Holy Jesus God.

No offense to anyone, just... SHEESH.

Not only did this game totally byte, but MAN... that freaking field goal attempt was just about the worst thing that could have happened.  Not only did kicker-boy MISS A FREAKING EASY FIELD GOAL, but he gave Himself (a.k.a. Travlin Bucs Fan) a lovely rock off of which to jump.

We missed it, and we lost.  Gruden should have been more ballsy, and gone for the TD.

Had we made it (the field goal), we would have likely gone into overtime.  Which would have been Gruden's fault, especially if we again lost.

Had we tried for a TD and missed it?  Gruden should have gone for the "sure" field goal.

Had we made the TD?  Gruden would be The Greatest Coach EVER.

Oy, my aching head.

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10:21:46 PM EDT
Hearing Stargate theme music (it's Monday night, okay?)

I was just reading over the Spousal Unit's latest entry, and I started thinking about one Bucs game in particular he attended.

It was 2002.  Bucs vs. Steelers.  December twenty-third, which was coincidentally five days after our second son was born.  My Dad came over to our house on Friday the 20th to view the newest addition (born on the 18th) and then asked my husband, "So, do you want to go to the Bucs game this next Monday night?"  Trav gave me this very cute, "Oh-honey-I-know-I-shouldn't-ask-since-you-just-got-through-pushing-a-person-out of-your-body-and-you-aren't sleeping-more-than-ninety-minutes-at-a-stretch-but-may-I?--PLEASE???????" look.

The fact that I was in a high state of postpartum euphoria is the only thing on which I can blame my "Sure, honey!" answer.  Well, that, and the fact that my mother said she'd stay with me until late that evening.

By the way, Mom's idea of late?  Is 10:30.  Just so you know.  I'd have remembered that myself, if I hadn't been so freakin' SLEEP DEPRIVED already.

So Saturday passed.  Sunday passed.  Each day had Trav becoming more and more excited about the game.  Finally, thank the Heavens, Monday morning arrived, shortly followed by Monday night.  Hallelujah!  The boys were off to the game, and Mom and I bonded over the short ones. 

Until 10:30.

Then I was left alone with a nearly-four-year-old who was blessedly asleep, and a five-day-old who apparently hadn't yet learned the meaning of that blessed state, despite intensive coaching on my part during all three trimesters of his gestation.  Finally, at about 1:30 a.m., he crashed.  I settled down in the bed next to his bassinet to do the same. 

That's about the time the thuds began.  The thuds which ended up being the sound of Himself taking the large Bucs magnets off the garage door and flinging them into the bushes.

In case anyone missed it?  The Bucs lost that game.

So instead of sleeping, I spent the next two hours listening to Trav describe just how many ways that game went wrong, how many calls the refs muffed, and just how badly the Bucs played in "X" spot of the game. 

For two whole hours. 

During which I could have slept.  And immediately after which, when I got into bed to sleep, the youngest offspring awoke.

And to think I used to consider writing Tony Dungy about how he was messing up my sex life.  I should have written Jon Gruden about how he fouled up my sleep, post-newborn.  I guarantee you that would have been the more vitriolic letter.

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9:19:08 PM EDT

Travlin has mentioned in his blog that he's become a Bucs fan since moving down here.  Well, that's the God's honest truth.  He has.  And he takes grave exception to my terms of endearment, re: the Bucs. 

You know, terms such as "The Butts," etc.

But seriously, let's look at this.  He's been a Bucs fan for what... about as long as we've been married?  I've been a Bucs fan since the franchise was formed in 1976.

And let me tell you, it was a bleak period of time until our first victory in December of 1977.  Not to say that that improved anything much.  Culverhouse years, anyone?  Yeah, you know, that guy.  The man who was fine with running the Bucs... into the ground... as long as they provided him with a tax writeoff.

I remember Vinnie Testaverde from my late teens (late '80's), and when I heard in the 2000's that he was some huge quarterback, I was like, "Whoa!  We thought he had potential back then, but then Hugh let him go."

Figures.

Then I married Himself.  He looked at the Bucs (thank the Gods that the uniform change had occurred!), and decided, "Hey, I like this team!"

And so my hell, erm, marriage, started :)

It's been bliss evern since.  Well, except when my eardrums bleed after his expostulations at referees during games, that is.

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8:35:12 PM EDT
Feeling Chillin'
Hearing NCIS dialogue and various commercials

Oh well, I give up on the format.  At least I've got the colors right.  Except for the stupid blue buttons, that is.

AOL?  AOL?  Are you listening?  Options to change the colors of the buttons to better blend with the general color schemes of the blogs would be nice.

Not that it matters, since Himself doesn't even have the DECENCY to have a link to my journal in his blog.  But hey, whatever.

Edited to add:  Okay, he did it.  He's a great guy :)

Anyway...

For those who may not have figured it out, I'm Travlin BUCS Fan's wife.  Yeah, for real.  And no, I'm not a huge football fan, at least not by choice.  However, in my own little corner of the world, when one is married to a football nut?  If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

So here I am.  At least my colors are cute (except for those wretched blue buttons)...

More later.

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8:25:13 PM EDT

Just checking, as the stupid format I opted for didn't quite work out.  Don't really count this as an entry.

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