....and the transformation begins......

with my husband, that is.....

My sweet, sensitive, calm husband will now turn into a screaming, cursing man overflowing with testosterone all because of one little word.........

football

at least on Sundays :)  It also means the end of all our Sunday plans until February.  Can anyone else relate?

P.S. I really don't mind it.....because he loves it so much....but I find it curious how much he gets involved in the game.  My father watched football when I was growing up but really didn't get that passionate about it...lol