I was so bad that one time I overheard my wife tell my younger son that if he did that one more time, he'd have to watch the Cowboys game with Dad this Sunday.
And I would try to be good, promise her that I'd not yell, launch the remote and not try and get in the Guinness Record Book with the longest string of connected cuss words in history if she'd sit there and watch the game with me. She seldom made it past the Q1. I told her she was just looking for an excuse to go shopping.
I've mentioned that I own the air speed record for a remote control but the entire story is a funny one, if you were my wife. I lost it during a game and launched it at the pillow at the end of the other sofa but I was too high and too strong, overthrew the pillow and the remote self destructed against the built in shelves. I thought I was alone in the family room, I was not. I got up to go get the remote and I had that feeling, you know that feeling, "SHE is watching". Sure enough, she came out of the kitchen and was just standing there, saying nothing and that was the loudest nothing I ever heard.
I had to call Sony and order a new remote and pay expedited shipping charges and do without a remote but I thought I was safe because we weren't TV watchers but SHE had a plan. She said "let's watch some TV" right after dinner, which was the first time I ever heard those words out of her mouth. She grabs a glass of wine and plops down on the sofa and asks me to turn on the TV. It was becoming clear, I was to be the remote as long as we sat there and she must have asked me 10 times to see what's on the other channels. I was being taught a lesson and it was one that needed to be learned. I was no fun to be around watching a game. I was a poor loser and not much of a better winner.
I used to be a "watch to see them win" fan, which really isn't a fan. Now, I am a "watch the to see them play" fan and while I do miss that adrenaline rush and BP soaring to stroke levels, I am a much better fan now because after some real self deliberation I realized I became a fan, an exclusive fan, during a loss in the Ice Bowl. I needed to get that back into it and my ego attached to a team out of it. That took time but today I am proud to say I am a fully recovered maniacal rabid cuss monster.