You may remember a few weeks ago that I complained about how the 10 a.m. away games were destroying my Sunday morning sex life. Well, I’m sure you’ll be relieved to know, I’ve managed to solve that problem: Don’t stay out until 2 a.m. on Saturday night and don’t force yourself to rush out of the house to watch the game at a bar on Sunday morning. So I’ve got the before-the-game problem solved; unfortunately, that does nothing to solve the problem of what happens during and after it.
Apparently, it’s gotten so bad that my boyfriend let me know yesterday that he’d prefer not to watch any more 49ers’ games this season. He’s not the only person I’ve heard making such declarations. I said the same thing a few hours before, except, of course, while I meant it when I said it (not really), I also knew it would be pretty difficult for me to do anything but watch 49ers football on Sunday. But I did get lots of text messages from die-hard fans yesterday along the lines of, “Let me know how the season turns out. I’m done.”
