Sunday, June 25, 2006

Who Do you Love more?

I get asked this silly question everytime I ask for timeout to watch a game of the Fifa world cup. Sometimes a man cannot speak his mind, because if the game is on I might just say football.Every woman asks you to speak your mind but is never ready to except what you have to say. What they actually mean speak out and say something that makes me feel better.I love my girl, but the world cup come once in 4 years, and its Argentina playing, cmon cut me some slack.So I will come out and say it "I love you" but dont test my patience by asking me the question during a World cup game, Testosterone can do strange things to a man, because I love football too.

This one is for sports fans everywhere being harrowed by their girlfriends.

Comments:
I ditched everything I had to do to go stand in a crowded, smoky bar and watch the England vs. Sweden match... it's one of the few sports I really love. American football, on the other hand...
 
@teri, elf: I am not saying girls do not love football, that would be genralisation, or profiling, and you know thats one thing i hate to do.
As a matter of fact I know a lot of girls, including my mom that stays awake to watch the football games.
 
Yes, you should watch the World cup. Sometimes a guy just needs to do his own thing!
 
haha...
apples and oranges dont go together dude!
 
btw, template change? Nice!
 
My wife loves soccer and won't miss any of the games (if she can help it). I am not so much in to soccer, so when I say something about really there being no need to watch or suggest there are better things to do.. I always get the it's once in a 4 year thingy. :-)
 
@leann thanks
@arun you know I like to mix apples and oranges..i want everything man.
@karmic jay so this is a gender independent issue..thats good to know..
 
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