Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for January 21, 2024

I’ve watched a few like that

I refuse to watch them, but I keep track much the same way.

Too much of this in the Packers versus Forty-Niners game. My jaw was clenching so much, I could’ve chewed walrus hide into mukluks by half-time.

Know a few fans like Arlo, afraid to watch the game because they might jinx it. I insist that I’m not that powerful.

Won’t be that way this weekend and next!!

“Why I renounced organized sports. Reason #4874:…”

Arlo is a cooler?

Arlo needs to put on his pants and watch the game.

I watch the game that way if we get real close at the end. I have to leave the room so the Lions can win

The Packers lost! Their insufferable fans are silenced for another year! All is well!

He doesn’t want to mess with his mojoe…..

Even though I’m a fan of the Chicago teams (Cubs, Bears, Blackhawks, and yes even the White Sox) I’ve never been that invested in the games. I don’t like it when they lose but 30 seconds later I’ve moved on.

If Arlo can’t watch the home team play…he is not a real fan!.

I almost felt that way watching the Ravens shut down the Texans. Then the second half happened. Yahoo!

This reminds me of the legendary humor piece “A Montrealer Seder” when the Stanley Cup finals coincided with Passover. The family would go on with the ritual but someone was designated to answer the question “What is the count?” “One and one. Two and one. Two and two.”

What’s he doing, sitting on the toilet?

I have to wonder when Mr. Spouse has neck veins bulging and near hysterics when the players don’t do what he says. ( although they can probably hear him.)

Husband has no interest in watching sports or playing them.

Oddly just today we were talking about the day we went to a NY Mets game with some friends of his from grad school. He had been to a number of major league games/World Series as his dad would be invited along with him by business related people he knew. I had never been to a game.

I should have been suspicious when I heard how cheap the tickets were. I am afraid of heights and we were in the “nose bleed” section. As a result what I remember most about my one trip to a major league game is that if his friend “Big Al” who was tall and broad had not been there I might still be up in the bleachers as I could not deal with seeing what was in front of me as we went to walk to down to leave. Al walked in front of me – step by step so I could not see how high we were (or anything else past him as I am short).