Who says I don't like football?
Just today I placed a wager.
Indiana and Minneapolis. I sat down on the floor with my plate of too many point foods (goodbye 129.4) and Star magazine.

"I'm taking Minneapolis" I said.
"Really" my husband flicked his eyes to my face, then back on screen.
"Yeah. To win."
"REALLY" he focused a bit longer.
"Yeh. I'm also taking the under."
He laughed.
"I'm serious I said. Two separate bets. I'm taking the under. And Minneapolis to win."
He's still laughing.

"whaddya want to bet?" I said.
He focuses. He's no fool. "What do you want" he said, interested now.
"If I win, you have to vaccuum the stairs before bed"
"Ok"
"You weren't going to do that anyway, right?"
"Right"
"So that's the under. What do you want."
"If you lose," he said "You need to bring all the laundry down."
I did a quick mental calculation. I really should be doing laundry now but I just CAN'T deal with it. I'm tired. So this prolongs laundry doing for at least two hours.
I'll bite. "Ok," I agree. "So if I win the under, you'll vacuum. If Monneapolis wins, you'll bring the laundry UP from the basement. If it's over, you'll bring down the dirty clothes and if the Colts win, what?"
and he was silent.
Finally I looked at him and said "Tell me that you can't think of anything because I do all the chores anyway." Big chuckles all around. But seriously, he can't think of anything.

A few minutes later I hear excited cries for a touchdown.
"Who was it" I said.
"He dropped the ball. No touchdown." he replied.
"Oh. But who? Who was right there?"
"Indianapolis" he said.

"HA!" I exclaim. "Gooooooo Vikings" I mock cheer.
"Yeh, um, the thing is, I think what you want to be saying is 'Go Defense'"
I think again. The under AND to win. Oh shit.
Bitter I replied. "Whatever. Go somebody"

So see. I like sports. Besides, their uniforms are purple. Ellie doesn't really wear a lot of purple. So yeah. It's nice to see bright colors on TV.