Disclaimer for the Sake of the Marriage: Handsome is actually a very considerate sports and television watcher as he is married to one with very sensitive ears. He always turns it down when I ask and this is written with a sense of hyperbole.
So I had a post stewing about something that sounds like a swarm of mosquitos. About an incessant drone that has been permeating our house at random hours of the day since June 11.
I was going to complain about the headaches its caused. Talk to you about how I can fund my PTSD therapy through better blogging. And where I can get some of those television-watching headphones that women buy for their husbands on the fly.
I tried to talk to the Mr. about what was distressing me, and his only answer was that "its tradition. It's part of the culture. Part of the atmosphere." Like I should have already known. And why on earthy would I be asking? I honestly think he believes it is fabulous and essential.
Out of desperation, I even took my question and concern to my fellow Softball-watching wives the other evening to see if they could give me some insight as to what it was and how to deal. No one knew. No one could answer. No one, apparently, suffers through cheers and gets another beer when their husband is watching television, because they didn't even know what I was talking about. They hadn't been subjected to it!
(post script in the middle of the post: La, I'm sure I should have just emailed you! I hope you will still be my friend even though I can't listen to the traditional horn).
And by golly, something like 64% of America was on my side! (even though I can't find that exact poll and percentage right now). But the point is that, more people agreed with me that Vuvuzela's are too loud and should be banned than with Handsome that they are totally essential to the culture and atmosphere of the game. As Handsome just sat there mouth wide-open, with only the words: "I can hit mute next time I watch" I reaffirmed my commitment to television bonding in the form of ESPN (at least every once in a while).
Thus, my questions, my curiosity, my little mini-mute button battle with the Mr. was taken care of by my favorite Sports TV personality!