I've known a lot of women who are sports fans. I've known others who say they are but one wonders: the gambler who only watched games on which she had a bet; the woman who watched football because "the men's butts are so cute."
I've known women who don't like sports, or who don't like men's sports.
No problem.
What bothers me are women who don't like sports but who make an effort to like them in order to "share" an interest with the special guys in their lives.
It might go this way. It's the last minute of a tight football game. Been close the whole game, and you've watched every play. Now there's a minute left, your team is 4 points behind but has the ball on the opponent's five yard line. Two plays to get it in!
Enter the woman. "Is it a good game?" she asks. You grunt, yes. "Think they'll kick?" What? what? "Or maybe a trick play. Remember that trick play we saw that time, and the guy ran to the cheerleaders and proposed to one of them. That was so sweet!"
By this time, you're going crazy. All the investment you've made in this game for two hours and now this! You turn to her and face a sweet smile inviting "sharing." All numbers of unspoken atrocities occur to you, all numbers of unlettered obscenities, but before you can say, as calmly as possible, "I'm trying to watch the game here," there's a sudden uproar and when you turn to the TV something important just happened, which you missed, and players are jumping up and down, and the announcer is screaming, "Incredible! Absolutely incredible!" and you missed missed missed it.
Then the fight, of course. Finally you escape to the nearest sports bar so you can be with guys who understand where the hell you're coming from.
Women should be honest. If they hate football, just hate it.
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