By Karol Markowicz
October 18, 2015 | 10:18pm
Toward the end of every summer, my husband sends me a list of 20 or so dishes he would like me to cook for him. It’s different every year and includes things like Frito pie, gumbo, clam chowder, taquitos, ribs.
No, we’re not going through “Mad Men” withdrawal or pining for Eisenhower’s America. This is how we observe the very modern ritual of football season. But the NFL’s greedy investment in Thursday-night games is threatening a schism in the Gridiron Church.
My husband’s dish list keeps me busy while he lounges on our couch watching the games. Some years, I don’t get to all of them, and they roll over to the following year. Some dishes become beloved and therefore frequently repeated.
On Sundays during the football season, my husband doesn’t accompany me to the many children’s birthday parties that our kids get invited to. We don’t make plans to go out. My husband isn’t responsible for errands. We don’t do any shopping. I don’t engage him in conversation about anything more complicated than “What’s the score?” and “So you want more of that?”
Man is just a lazy bum! Make him a chocolate pie and see how that goes over.
The Giants and Eagles game the other night was unwatchable….the NFL is broken.
Well that’s nice….your husband is just one of many brainwashed uneducated dolts that has fallen for this scam called professional sports.
How pathetic is it that he won’t talk or engage with you, orders food that you must prepare and on top of that ignore his parental responsibilities.
How do you think this affects your children Karol? How’s it affecting YOU ?
Is this article supposed to be funny? Is that not cute how hubby ignores his family to engage in watching a bunch of degenerate wife beaters run up and down a lawn? Save your “team building” claptrap for your buddies next to you on the couch…I’ll be out having lunch with my wife and son after enjoying the Hudson valley on this wonderful fall day.