So I like football, I know teams, I understand the game, but I don’t like numbers and statistics. I never have, never will. You’d think being married to a sportscaster, I would know all sorts of useless sport history and could spit out statistics, but the truth of the matter is that I can’t. I don’t keep up with the amount of rushing yards BenJarvus Green-Ellis has on the season, I can’t even get his name right most days.

If I do have to prove my sports knowledge to my husband I fake it to make it. It goes a little like this.
“Ole Miss actually looked pretty good against Georgia, too bad they’re defense didn’t hold up.” Or “Tom Brady is playing as good as he looks.” Or “I think the Dallas Cowboys are going to the Superbowl” Why he asks, “Because their offense is good and because Tony Romo doesn’t have butterfingers this season.”
All very legit responses that your husbands can’t refute. In my upcoming blogs I’ll share generalized statements you can use to convince your husband, or to impress your guy friends, that you know football.

Here’s an example you can use today: My prediction for tonight’s big game, Southern Miss vs. Rice, is logic. The Golden Eagles will win because they’re more powerful, faster birds, and they have impeccable sight. The Rice Owls are solitary, small birds, and heck they’re nocturnal. Oh... and you can also throw out that Rice hasn’t won a game yet, and that its being televised on ESPN2.

Ladies, you have to make watching football fun or else you’re going to be miserable when you husband remembers how many touchdowns Brett Farve threw as a Southern Miss Golden Eagle, but doesn’t remember to bring home the milk.

Christi