He asked for it.

Marriage comes with its demands and adjustments. I can never be caught watching football but these days, the television is always on sports channels. It's either we are watching football or we are watching boxing.

Chris Kendall

The other day my husband and I decided to watch boxing. Okay I lied. He was watching and I was pretending to watch while busy checking out my hive account to see if there are new notifications I needed to attend to.

Although I wasn't paying attention, I can't help but imagine why someone would want to do boxing as a profession. What's the fun in having your face looking like one of those plastic surgeries gone wrong. I mean, it's like saying "here is my face, punch it man, punch it. Oh! Is that all you got? You gotta do better men or I will have your own face disfigured".

It makes absolutely no sense to me. I remember watching a clip where one of the boxers almost ran out of the ring. His eyes were swollen and bloody spit drooled from his slack jaw. Do you blame him for running? Afterall the saying goes " he who fights and runs, lives to win another day". Is it to win another day or fight another day? Anyway the point is to see another day, better run today. One must not win every fight. You don't want your children thinking you are a zombie from one zombie apocalypse movie when you return home.

Apologies to boxing lovers but I think everything about that sport is acting. You can argue with me later in the comment section but I do not guarantee I have any sensible reply to give other than "it is acting, argue with your keypad".

Thomas Serer
Back to football. Ben is a Barcelona fan. Barcelona happened to be playing against Levante in La Liga. I know most of my female readers will probably close their phones at this point but don't do that, maybe you can learn how to frustrate your husband like i did the next time he makes you watch football with him. Don't worry about thanking me later😀

I sat beside him and I watched how he was so keenly interested in the match. His hands and feets moved as if he was one of the players. All I could see was twenty men wearing two different colours of jersey running after a ball. I must admit though they look physically fit and very handsome. Is looking good a requirement for being a football player?

I was bored out of my mind but he politely asked me to watch with him and so being the supportive wife I am, I accepted. The first half ended goalless. Few minutes into the second half, Ben was mad at the referree for awarding a penalty to the Levante team.

"Why did he award a penalty to them I asked?

"Because one of the Levante players fell on Barcelona's line 18" he replied, still watching the match.

"Why did he fall?" I asked again.

"Apparently, a Barcelona player tackled him". His face is still on the TV.

"Is that why a penalty was awarded? What is the proof that he didn't intentionally fall down? I mean defending is all about tackling isn't it?"

"Yes but you have to do it meticulously".

I noticed the displeasure on his face. He wasn't having fun answering my questions. He was so engrossed in the match as the penalty was about to be taken. The penalty ended up as a goal against the Barcelonas.

We continued watching the match. Few minutes later, the referee accidentally ran into one of the players, pushing him down and nothing happened.

"The referee just pushed someone down," I remarked.

"I know. I am watching it"

"Why didn't he give himself a yellow card? Isn't that a foul?"

"The referee cannot give himself a yellow card. He is the custodian of the cards''.

"That's wrong. Does being a custodian place him above the law? I mean, he deserves to give himself a yellow card since he gives yellow cards to others. This is cheating"

At this point, Ben couldn't handle it again. He turned and looked at me.

"I'm sorry I asked you to watch this football with me. You are free to play with your phone. Don't you have any posts yet to be published on your blog?

I knew he was very frustrated by my continuous interruption with my questions but I wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. I placed my hands on his shoulder and gently turned his head back to the television.

"You said you love watching football with someone and I am here to watch with you till the end"

"I know I said so but I think I can watch alone now. You are free to do whatever you want".

I didn't know when I burst into laughter. It was so hilarious. I guess my questions made him miserable. Well, at least he got the clear message. Next time he wouldn't ask me to watch football with him again.

By the way, Barcelona won the match with a 3-2 goal margin much to his delight. Yes I watched till the end as the supportive wife I am. 😀

Do you know any females that enjoy watching football?