If Brent isn't watching it on TV, he's watching it on the computer, or at least reading about it on the computer if you'd call it that. (reading that is.)
This year, Brent was asked to be in my family's Fantasy Football League.
Granted, it took a divorce in the family to get him in. (We're
sad about the divorce, but he's happy to have a spot.)
This league is his new favorite past time. It's eating up all my available computer hours to post, surf Pinterest, etc. He's worn the cushion down on the computer chair to a nub with the time he sits here.
Of course his team is filled with Detroit Lions players.
No one but him likes these guys. But he's not doing half bad.
Course this changes by the week.
My cousin, who is the "Commissioner" often posts "predictions" about everyone's team.
One of my other cousin's let his 4 year old daughter choose his team name...FlowerBananaPants.
Brent's name is Hillbillybucketheads.
This league cracks me up, not because of all the time Brent devotes to it, but because it turns my very sweet, and hilarious aunt Deb into a trash-talking stranger.
Thanksgiving isn't the same anymore without some fun lovin' trash being slung across the table while we eat.
There's even a trophy that gets passed around each year with a new name engraved each time.
Brent's hoping his rookie luck will see him through. I can't imagine how we'll get him through the door with a blown up head if that happens.
So, to all you ladies out there who can sympathize with me, wish me luck...I'm gonna need it till this season is over!