I am a football widow. My husband is a pigskin addict. He not only watches the NFL games, but also enjoys the NCAA stuff. Now, I admit I like cheering for our alma mater, but when did we start caring about Cal v. UCLA?! And now that it's Sunday, the TV is permanently glued to ... whatever channel is broadcasting those stupid games. To try and keep up, I'm playing Fantasy Football with him, but alas, the league I'm in doesn't interest him as much as his original league... He's in THREE of 'em! Sigh. Because we live in a studio, there's no escape to another room. It's killing me, wondering what's on the other channels. While I'm listening to how the Giants are faring against the 49ers, there might be a terrific episode on the Travel Channel, one with the unsinkable Samantha Brown!!! I think a reason I hate this so much is it's like being at a game, with all the fans screaming and all of the obnoxious commentary, but without the fun hot dogs, the souvenir cups of soda and other sweet snacks. I think I'm going to go to Borders soon... Bleah.