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The Big Game




Today was The Big Game. Mr. Taylor sat down to watch and enjoy. I sat through the first half then went to the bedroom. Sometime during the second half, I could hear Mr. Taylor using his condescending voice to reason with someone. I assumed it was one of the children.
Wrong!

He was reasoning to the T.V. using small, simple words and subtle arm movements.

I always find it amusing when, during a televised game, the Neanderthal fan/man jumps up and yells unintelligible words at the ref, players, or coach.
1) They can't hear him and

2) Even if they could, he is unintelligible.

Unless he is a social worker. Then he tries reasoning with the inanimate object.

When I pointed this out to Mr. Taylor he became very defensive.
"You don't know how guys act during a televised game! You've only seen me," he accused. I assured him I'd spent PLENTY of time in the company of guys and T.V.

"All the guys I watch games with do the same thing I do," he proclaimed.

"What guys?" I asked.
"Darren, Bryant, Timo, the other Darren."

"What do they do for a living?"

Long pause.

"They're psychologists and social workers."
I rest my case.

Comments

  1. togetherforgoodSeptember 6, 2009 at 5:15 AM

    Thanks for stopping by my blog, and for voting for me. :)

    I just wanted to let you know that stalkers are always welcome, just so long as they bring cookies.

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  2. FoursonsSeptember 6, 2009 at 6:35 AM

    My husband screams at the TV. There is no quite mumbling in my house.

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  3. ChiefSeptember 6, 2009 at 11:36 AM

    Oh it is absolutely the way all guys watch T.V. Some of them reason and talk to the set more than they do living, breathing human beings (like their wives!)

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  4. The MomSeptember 6, 2009 at 9:27 PM

    Very funny! Watched the game also, but with OU fans... Interesting.

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  5. Mamma ChristineSeptember 7, 2009 at 4:54 AM

    Love this! I did the same thing, watched the first half and then went upstairs followed by echoes of my husband's interactions with a television set.

    Men are funny.

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  6. The JensenitesSeptember 7, 2009 at 9:31 PM

    The first time I ever yelled at the TV was last year when the Utes played Alabama in the Sugar Bowl. It was also the first time I ever sat through an entire TV aired game - I was bushed. Never again.
    Hey - how come you don't stalk me anymore?
    Sniff Sniff.

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