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Football Widow Woes


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Hi, Al:

Now that the football season is well underway, I am resenting all the weekend time taken up with my husband watching games with or without his football buddies. The college games are on Saturday (sometimes Thursday and Friday, too), and the professional games are on Sunday as well as Monday and Thursday night, so I’m beginning to feel Football claustrophobia.  We hardly ever get together with other couples because they guys don’t bring their wives or girlfriends because the women have so little interest in watching football. My only option  is just try to be friendly and cheerful to his fellow game-watchers when I’m really grinding my teeth with resentment and disappointment.

The side-effect that is in some ways even worse than the main issue is the distance that is created between us because of his involvement with the all-consuming nature of the football culture and my resentment of it.  With the lack of shared interest, my interest in intimacy really takes a nosedive because I feel like he doesn’t care about us. My feeling is in strong contrast to his all during the season, since watching football with his friends makes him feel so good. Naturally, our love life suffers.

Normally, he is a loving husband who takes good care of me, so I guess I should just get over being mad and get through the season.

Any suggestions besides “GO RAVENS!”?

Sideline Barbie

Dear Sideline:

You don’t love football and you resent the amount of time your husbands spends with it—I get it, but you do love your husband, right?  The football and his involvement with it is going to be there, so you can’t change that reality. However, you can change the reality of how you feel about it.

One way is to stop dreading your husband’s football season of watching and socializing with his football buddies. Part of your angst is just imagining how you are going to be miserable.  Somewhere along the way, I heard that “depression is living in the past, anxiety is living in the future, and happiness is living in the present.” Let go of the rope in this tug of war between what you remember and what you expect, so you can be happy in between.

You can create a whole new dynamic between your husband and you when it comes to football by trying to share his involvement.

Tell him that you want to learn about the game from him—he’ll probably be flattered. While you watch the game together, ask him to explain a particular aspect of the game that seems confusing, but don’t say you don’t understand anything because mostly likely he’ll get frustrated. Just focus on a small piece of the mayhem, for example: “What is pass interference?”  (Don’t ask why it’s called “play-action” because nobody knows.) He’ll recognize and appreciate that you are paying attention.

Don’t despair that the entire spectacle resembles “ignorant armies clashing by night.” The game does have a logic to it, just like any other activity. And don’t worry that most of it still makes no sense because little by little (remember that football is a ”game of inches”), the “fog of [gridiron] war” will lift.

As you begin to understand individual elements of the game, you will gain a basic understanding of what’s going on.  (My wife even understands why a team will “go for it on fourth and 5” when it’s on the other team’s 30, after years of saying, “What’s the difference between a punt and a kick-off, again?) You’ll be surprised at how the sport can start to make sense as you keep putting the pieces together to solve the puzzle of this complicated game and, more important, your husband’s passion for it.

So get off the sidelines, Barbie, and get into the game—of understanding your Ken, his passion for football, and most important of all–his passion for you. Maybe you’ll even start to look forward to having people over to share the love—of the game, that is. It could be a gamechanger!

Ravens vs. Steelers: A Tale of Two Hometowns


It was the best of times at the tailgate party outside of the stadium, it was the bratwurst of times.  It was the season of football, it was the season of–well, more football.  It was the summer of despair (about potential lockouts), then it was the autumn of hope, and only then the winter of despair (about inevitable playoff losses).

But who needs Dickens when you can have Roddenberry?  Have you ever seen that episode of “Star Trek” where these two groups of people just hate each other because one is white on the right side of their bodies and black on the left side, while the other is black on the right and white on the left?  Pretty silly of them to wage all-out war with one another over such a minor difference, right?

But if one group of people were black on one side of their bodies and gold on the other side, and the second group black and purple?  Ah, then it would all make sense.  In that case, who could blame these mortal enemies for fighting to destroy each other?

At least that’s what we have to tell ourselves.  The NFL season is just around the corner, and the first game of the regular season pits your beloved Baltimore Ravens against the dastardly, villainous, and altogether evil Steelers–the football representatives of that backwater, culture-free, hillbilly-infested town located so many light years away from Baltimore.  Or at least 196 miles, as the Raven flies; but who’s counting?

Of course, to Captain Kirk, there was no meaningful difference between his two black-and-white guests on the Enterprise.  But to those with a truly discerning eye, these two cities must seem terribly, terribly different.

For example, one was built on a foundation of heavy industry, but has a future focused on high tech startups and medical discoveries.  Its past was shaped by its role as a crucial shipping port and rail center, with centuries of immigration and influx bringing wave after wave of people into a uniquely dynamic American melting pot–even if it didn’t always melt so well along neighborhood boundaries and across ethnic divides.

That city today is home to a surprisingly vibrant arts scene, highbrow and underground alike.  Yet it can boast that it’s one of the most “livable” cities in America.  It’s occasionally overshadowed by larger urban centers nearby, but has a justified sense of slightly parochial pride–paired, paradoxically enough, with a humility that borders on a clinical inferiority complex.

And the other city is Baltimore.

The parallels don’t stop there.  People in both places talk funny, with an accent that’s a strange and fascinating blend of mixed European basenotes, East Coast pace, and Appalachian twang.  Whether its Bawlmerese or Pittsburghese, both populations can agree that a week down the ocean is the best way to spend summer vacation, hun.  Even if yinz go down the Jersey Shore instead of down Ocean City if you’re from da Burgh.

And what should these people talk about incessantly other than their sports teams? Especially the hard-hitting, downright ferocious defenses on their lunch-pail-toting local football teams.  Better that than wasting breath on their downtrodden, long-suffering baseball teams. The ones that before being run into the ground by bad management recently, and starting to turn a corner even more recently, just happened to link up with each other in not one, but two World Series, three and four decades ago.  No, better to spend time talking about the football teams, who just happen to link up twice a year, every year, and in two of the last three postseasons.

Familiarity breeds contempt, it’s true.  And even if one place has harbors and another has rivers, these two places are about as familiar as it gets.  They are, for lack of a better cliché, two blue-collar cities “separated” by a common heritage, common language, and common pastime on Sundays each fall.

Myron Cope was a Pittsburgh sports icon who served as comic relief on Steelers’ radio broadcasts, but the clowning was an act.  He was a gifted sportswriter who provided many memorable stories for Sports Illustrated when it meant something to write for that publication.  Once he wrote about the time in the 1930s that Pitt and Fordham battled to a scoreless tie each year for an incredible three football seasons in a row.  He famously related that to what he chalked up as the old saying, “playing a tie is like kissing your sister.”

Well, pucker up Baltimore.  Football season is upon you once again, and your first guests are those no good, dirty Steelers from that municipality so incredibly like your own you can’t even see the similarities.

Matt Wood is a Pittsburgh native living in Washington, DC, and won’t even remind you who won those two World Series or those last two playoff games.