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When Losing to Your Football Buddy Means More Than Just the Game
Just how far will your husband go to defend his team’s honor on game night?
I sat on the porch, the dim light casting soft shadows around me. I swirled the wine in my glass, savoring the rich aroma before taking a slow sip.
Inside the house, the sounds of Monday night football filled the air. Bob and Scott’s voices rose and fell with the game’s intensity, punctuated by occasional cheers and colorful language. I smiled, imagining them leaning forward in their seats, eyes glued to the screen.
As I gazed into the night, my mind began to wander. These tranquil moments were my sanctuary, a time to relax and ponder. I reflected on the upcoming week, the projects awaiting completion at work and the dinner plans with the in-laws on Friday.
Yet, my thoughts kept returning to the after-game party with either Bob or Scott. Who would it be tonight? Which team would emerge victorious? Which man would be rewarded? The stakes were high, winner-takes-all.
I heard a loud cheer from inside the house. “Oh, you fuckin’ son of a bitch!” I recognized Bob’s voice and chuckled, knowing he’d lost the bet. I felt a warm rush, knowing the…
