This is the wife’s welcome, but first…

Let’s start with a little background. I grew up in a completely non-sports oriented environment. I have no brothers, a girly sister (much like myself), a “sports challenged” mother and my father has never been an avid sports fan either (I’m sorry, I just can’t count NASCAR but he did somehow get into it around my high school years … but I will admit I haven’t really given it much of a chance).

Don’t Touch That Dial

Our TV was usually set to old westerns, the history channel, popular sitcoms or the ever favorite, America’s Funniest Home Videos.  Football was never on TV on Thanksgiving Day until my brother-in-law entered our family in the late 90s.  Super Bowl Sunday?  What’s that? I don’t think I even knew what Opening Day was until I got to college.  So it’s not that I ever disliked sports, I was just never exposed. 

And then I manage to fall in love with the world’s greatest sports fan, my now husband and creator of TWHS. Through our years, I have grown a liking to college football and football in general. I even find myself enjoying The Masters come springtime. I know what Bracketology is and dutifully make my own brackets each year … but let’s be honest, I’m not advancing teams based on performance or predictions, rather, my favorite mascots or hometown teams.

HATE is a strong word but I really do have some serious pet peeves with sports fans and sports in general. I mean come on, do you really need to get that angry and worked up over something you have ZERO control over? Really? And when you’re yelling at the QB to throw it to so-and-so, do you really think he’s going to hear you? Because you must, as you get so angry when he doesn’t listen.

I’m all for passion and supporting a cause you really believe in but this can just get down right silly. And let’s not forget the beyond ridiculous financial situation of the sports world. Are these players really worth millions? In the current state of our country, I think the money could best be served elsewhere. But I digress … and I think you’ve probably started to get the gist.

Of course there’s much more to come.

With all that being said, this is the wife’s welcome.  Welcome you to The Wife Hates Sports.