I just realized that this post title could be interpreted as really dirty, when really this post isn’t dirty at all. (Plenty of that here though.) Unless you’re talking about actual mud, and then it’s really dirty. See, this post is all about football.
Usually, each Sunday my husband camps out in front of the TV, keeping me from my dear DVR and Oprah re-runs, and watches about 10 hours of football. Yes, I calculated it, and it’s actually at least 10 hours in a single sitting. Far too much in my opinion. So naturally, as a wife fulfilling a terrible stereotype, I have begun to nag him. Here’s a sampling:
I mean, it turns recreational passive viewing into active participation. And after joining in this push-upgame with him last Sunday, believe me, you start to really get pissed when your team is winning 52-14. It adds a whole new dimension to the game.
Now, of course, I had to add my own spin to the game. In addition to the push-ups, I’ll do lunges when the other team scores, jumping jacks during commercials and then at half time, I bring out the dumbbells and do exercises for the biceps, triceps, shoulders and back, along with bicycle crunches for the core.
It’s one hell of a workout. I’ve turned lazy Sunday time into interactive Sunday time, and I’ve stopped nagging as much. At least for the one game. —Jenn
Photo grabbed from http://www.nataliedee.com/010907/finally-my-dream-of-playing-pro-football-has-come-true.jpg.