Saturdays

I'm sitting here in my living room, at home, trying to figure out what I am going to write about for our next story. I cannot think of anything that I can extend to be fifteen pages long. I would love to write about a common sport, which we cannot due. So i figured I might as well write this blog that's due Monday. However, I cannot think of anything to write about for this either. My boyfriend is sitting on the couch watching football. Not only does he love to play it, but he loves to watch it. Every Saturday and Sunday it is the same thing whenever I am with him. Saturdays, are his days to watch college football, and Sundays are NFL days. Don't get me wrong I absolutely love football. I am a huge Miami Dolphin fan, yes I know they suck but I am not one who jumps on the bandwagon and cheers for a team who is doing well. I stick with my team through the good and the bad. However, I can only take so much of watching it. I can watch football for about eight hours. But it drives me nuts having to watch it for forty two. Granted we don't watch forty-two hours every weekend but I know that it is what he wants to do especially if Michigan is playing or the Dallas Cowboys. I don't mind watching those games because those are his favorites but for me the other games don't really matter. It is funny because when I am at his house on Sundays, no matter what, on the TV downstairs the TV channel is on an NFL game from one till midnight. He has two other brothers, so when it is Sunday it is all three of them and their dad out in the living room watching football. It drives their mother nuts because once Sat and Sun come along nothing gets done around the house, so I have that to look forward to for my future.