Football season has started, which is a big deal in our house. Well, it’s a big deal for Rob. I can get on board for watching football, but I like it like a friend, whereas my husband wants to form a polygamist union: me, him, and the Indianapolis Colts.

When we first moved in together, I learned how truly important sports are in Rob’s life. March Madness, the Tour de France, college football, pro football, really anything where extremely skilled people were competing for greatness. Rob played football in high school, baseball in college, and now spends his free time (what little there is of it) cycling across the Golden Gate Bridge, pedaling up and down roads so steep that it makes me nervous just to drive on them. He can get into any sport pretty feverishly.

But football is his one true love, and over the years I’ve become versed enough in pro football that we can watch the games together without me asking too many remedial questions. I still focus on things he probably doesn’t even notice, like which Colquitt brother is cute, and which one looks more like a hockey player who’s been in one too many fights. My commentary on that very topic during tonight’s game went ignored by Rob, but I have no problem talking to myself. Read More>