If you know my wife, or have read this blog at all, you know that Lindsey does not like sports. She tolerates them well, but if she didn’t love me I’m sure she would never watch another football game in her life.
Which is why I was surprised when she fell in love with Friday Night Lights a few weeks ago. I watched the show when it was on the air and loved it, and I thought she would like it but I was afraid there would be too much football.
There almost was. She was rolling her eyes during the pilot, and I’m almost certain I heard a snore at one point. She looked really skeptical when I told her there would be a little less football in the future. Then, the penultimate scene.
I won’t give anything away because I don’t want to spoil it in case you have not seen it (because you really should), but in the final scenes of the pilot all the things that hit my wife and the heart came to life. Victory, a tinge of sadness, a promise of good things to come and a brand new underdog. She was hiding tears by the time the credits rolled.
It’s a fun part of marriage, introducing each other to the things we love. I don’t think Lindsey would have given that show a shot, because she barely did on my recommendation But now she can’t watch anything else. We’re too busy form much TV, so she’s not powering through it, but she’s certainly not watching anything else.
She’s fallen in love with Coach Taylor and his crew, and that’s fine with me. Fake football is better than no football.