I, like many woman out there, lose their husband between the months of August and February. My husband is manic about the game of football. It courses through his veins. If he is not watching it, he is listening to it. To top it all off, his best friend is also obsessed, and they talk about it all evening on the phone. In honor of this time of year when I am ignored, I decided to write a little poem.

I Am A Football Widow

It is that time again
It is another year
Where football rules the television
And my husband has an excuse to drink another beer.

We no longer talk about the day
Or how the girls are doing
It is all about the Cowboys
And who they are renewing

I try to sit and watch
To enjoy some of his fun
But I want to watch the Rangers
Because those boys have cute bums

I am a football widow
From August to February
I dread the days ahead
Didn’t football used to be over in January?

I guess it is time for me to hit the craft store and by some yarn. This time of year is when I do some of my best knitting.

Are you a football widow?