Friday Night footy was one of my great enjoyments after a long hard week.
Some years the Bombers were a regular on Friday nights .
Sit on the couch and enter control freak mode, seize the remote from the wife and tell her, no reality TV shows for you tonight , Dear.
Out with a stella or heine six pack and a packet of chips and either celebrate or have a rotten weekend, which ever way the game went.
None of that is unusual: Its what I used to do during the play that had my family laughing and ribbing me no end. Whenever a Bomber player got the ball and was about to kick, my right leg would go into involuntary kicking motions. I was out there and I was kickin that ball ! The fam would bring this to my attention every now and again. I never really was aware that I was doing it !!
So.... anyone else have that reaction, or something else, maybe, like beating up the mother in law if the Bombers were losing, or swatting flies as if they were Carlton players?.
when opposition are kicking for goal I totally try and put the opposition kicker off by coughing, even when watching a replay.
My wife wont sit next to me during a game due to random body twists and leg kicks, and jumping up with no warning to yell at the TV
Once , shortly after out first child arrived home, i was watching a game on the couch. Baby was on a floor rug not far from me. Something happened that I didnt like and I jumped up and yelled at the TV. My dog who hates any type of loud yelling , came flying down the hallway, launched over a large leather chaise and bit my arm and took me to the ground.
when opposition are kicking for goal I totally try and put the opposition kicker off by coughing, even when watching a replay.
My wife wont sit next to me during a game due to random body twists and leg kicks, and jumping up with no warning to yell at the TV
Once , shortly after out first child arrived home, i was watching a game on the couch. Baby was on a floor rug not far from me. Something happened that I didnt like and I jumped up and yelled at the TV. My dog who hates any type of loud yelling , came flying down the hallway, launched over a large leather chaise and bit my arm and took me to the ground.
I cover myself in baby oil with a bucket of duck feathers.
Every time we score a goal or get a possession I apply a feather.
I hope to look like a duck by games end.
I don't care where I am when I watch other clubs but I can only watch Essendon games at home by myself. I cannot bear teasing or ill-informed commentary from non believers.