Three weeks ago, I got the Evite for my girlfriend's roommate's birthday party. Rather than do the standard Saturday night meet at a bar, she organized a Sunday afternoon kids' birthday party with a Hannah Montana piñata. And beer. Sounds like a plan.Then I check the date again. It's Sunday, September 13th, also known as The First Sunday of Football.
Crap.
I'm not only gonna have to tell my girlfriend I can't go to Maria's, but that it isn't even up for debate. She's gonna tell me I'm stupid. I'm gonna say 'any guy would understand'. She's gonna say 'I don't care if any guy would understand -- I'm not dating them', 'your hair looks terrible', 'you need a haircut', and so on...
This promises to be the first of many, many, many, many, many battles between my love for my girlfriend and my love for football that I expect to have in the coming months. And I'm hoping that writing about it will somehow make things better. But I doubt it. So at the very least, I hope those of you reading this will find comfort knowing you're not the only one.
Good luck with your teams, fantasy teams, and relationships this season.
-Matt
