It’s That Time Again
Dear Foosball People,
I understand that it’s time to kick off yet another season, really, I do. I have just one teensy favor to ask: Please don’t make me a foosball widow again this year. It’s bad enough that I have to sacrifice Monday nights (which I’m perfectly willing to do). It’s just that my husband has a bit of a problem. More like an obsession, really. Mondays are fine….even Sundays. But I have to draw the line at Tivo’ing 16 games every Saturday. Football is, once again, about to consume every night of the week. So hear my pleas, mighty foosball guys: let my husband go.
August 30th, 2004 at 6:41 pm
It’s too late. He belongs to the football now.
August 31st, 2004 at 9:44 am
Is that a giant sucking sound we hear? My husband prays to the football Gods!
September 2nd, 2004 at 8:52 pm
Amen! They need to let go, or I fear we’ll only be seeing one neighbor for the Saturday night poker games.