It’s been a little exasperating, but over the course of this season, The Hippy has decided he loves football. I don’t hate football, and once it’s on I get rather into it, but I kind of liked having a man around that wasn’t sports obsessed. Last night he even freaked out a little that we couldn’t watch the Pro-Bowl because we don’t have cable. I was less upset than he, but I still managed an “I’m sorry, baby.” He sprung this on me, though…
TH: Did you hear Brett Favre is retiring and opening up a bakery?
DK: What, seriously?
TH: Yeah, he’ll be specializing in turnovers.
DK: UGH… (followed by a smack on the shoulder)
TH: What?! I had to do it! It was the first sports joke I ever understood!
So, the joke itself was pretty awful, and it’s probably been around many a block and could be applied to just about anyone in the NFL. But what tickled me so much was how proud he was to finally get a sports joke. And that’s something I can giggle about for years to come.
Provided I remember. I have zero memory (okay, slightly above zero).