It’s a problem I hear of other families having. One member of the family roots for a certain team, while the other member roots for another, or worse the arch-rival of the first person’s team. Six days out of the week, there may be tension, or a little bit of trash-talking, but on Sunday, when it’s gametime, it becomes all out war. Wives become the enemies of husbands, children and parents stand on opposite sides of the rift, and brother despises sister. Families are torn asunder by a battle of wills, a battle for supremacy, a battle for….the remote control.
My household is the same as a lot of others. I am a huge fan of the Cincinnati Bengals, while my wife is a big fan of, well, anybody who isn’t playing football. She is against all-things sporting (unless you count David Beckham, but that’s a different story), and hates when football season rolls around. To her delight, however, my work schedule has included Sundays for the past few seasons, and I’ve had to DVR the games, and watch them at night after she was asleep. The winds have shifted, though, and this season, I will be at home all day. Once she learned of this turn of events, she cried, threatened me, threatened our big-screen TV (which there’s never an excuse for), and started “The Great Remote War”.