I’m All About the Comfy Couch
Posted by VeRonda Wicks September 2nd, 2009Here’s the thing, football season is here and there are a few traditions (a.k.a. fun times) that occur which makes the season a memorable one. One that comes to mind is the ritual of donning your team’s jersey and gathering at the local pub or sports’ bar to eat, drink, and cheer your favorite team on. It’s an exciting environment and is one of those things you just can’t explain… you have to do it (if only once).
This actually leads me to my point (I’m cracking up already!). I did it once and that was enough. The end.
It’s really not the end, but that’s how I feel. I mean, being social is one thing (which I’m not… I try! I really do try! It’s just overrated, ugh!), but purposely leaving the comforts of my own home to be around potentially inebriated and rowdy strangers, where the chances of an argument/fight breaking out is like 97 percent doesn’t appeal to me. Really. I think of the sticky floors, the finger-flirting peanuts on the wet bar top, and the soiled bathroom that I try to avoid at all cost and I am literally drained by it all. Eek!
The flip side is sitting on my way comfy couch (with Hubby), in a climate-controlled atmosphere with all the trimmings (and the occasional nap during the game), and no need for shoes (I don’t know why that’s important.). Uh, I choose the latter.
So, please… enlighten me. Why, why (why!) do you continue to venture to these places?






September 3rd, 2009 at 7:29 am
Ahhhh about time you had a light hearted topic!!! (just joking) I totally agree with you V… I would much rather sit in da “man cave” cave with or without wifey (see annoying question post) LMAO ok ok im back.. and enjoy the game where I can pause when a bathroom break is needed or rewind to re-watch a crushing hit that Ray-Ray just put on a poor reciever trying to cross the middle. Plus I do like to listen to the commentary as well.
But there is something to be said about going to a gathering with your posse (this is a must) all decked out in your teams colors ready to ridicule the opposing teams fans. I guess this goes back to the caveman days where to posse goes out to hunt for the kill…but I think that woman and children should be left either at home or in the parking lot… with the car running just in case the kill bites back…lol
Plus, I dont know what kind of wife you are, but I know mine wouldnt let me bring those wild animals to my house to watch the game.. LOL
September 3rd, 2009 at 11:42 pm
David, you are turning out to be such a nut! I love it!!
You are so hilarious, and, I’m glad you’re “sorta” in agreement with me. LOL! And just so you know, some wives are “ride and die” with their partner, so I’d be right there if the evening required me doing so. And just so you know, “man cave” is on my “I Don’t Like These Words” list. See you ’round.
September 3rd, 2009 at 11:44 pm
I guess it’s about the energy in the air or something… being with a large group of people who are cheering with you and crying with you.
September 4th, 2009 at 2:57 pm
I’m with you on this one. We have a group of friends that we take turns with for away games. When you watch the game with a group, there is an energy to it that adds to the flavor.
We’ve done the going out thing too, not my first choice though.
September 4th, 2009 at 3:38 pm
I can see the guys going time and again, just to be boys– one of the many mysteries of the Human Male.
But I’m with you on the home sofa thing.
And really? A 97% chance of a fight breaking out? I might be tempted to go for that alone, yucky bathroom or not!
September 5th, 2009 at 2:16 am
I do enjoy kicking back and yelling at the TV in the comfort of my home. However, I do enjoy the energy that is generated in a larger group… and I would not exclude women from the group. They can be just as rowdy and aggressive when it comes to their favorite team.
I agree with Molly. The best may be a compromise of the two. Let’s get the big group of friends together and enjoy the game in an at least “semi-controlled” environment.
…but not at my house.
September 5th, 2009 at 2:17 am
Hey Vered – I can understand the energy and such… it’s just a huge jump from privacy and comfort. I hope to see you back soon…
Molly – OMG! Now, we will invite peeps over to hang out and eat and watch the game, and man, the energy from that is more than enough. It is always good to have others around either supporting the team or booing the team… either way, it’s amusing. Thanks for the visit!!
Hi Jannie!! There are soooo many mysteries to even begin to count(LOL!! No offense fellas!!)… I guess they say the same about us. And hilarious… yes, arguments and fights are par for the course. Really it’s just a bunch of food and drinks flying around. See you soon…
September 5th, 2009 at 2:19 am
Doug, you control freak you! LOL! I feel you… I’m all about semi controlled environments. I’m telling you, the peanuts just drain me. Continue to drop by…
September 5th, 2009 at 12:48 pm
Ronda, I would be disappointed but I’m not because you simply don’t have class. I cannot hate you because you lack the class to enjoy, “…potentially inebriated and rowdy strangers, where the chances of an argument/fight breaking out… sticky floors, the finger-flirting peanuts on the wet bar top, and the soiled bathroom…”
It takes a special class of people to enjoy such a breathtaking atmosphere and clearly you don’t qualify.
That’s ok and I will put you in my prayers for you need to understand and enjoy that “this is the world that the Lord hath made, be glad and rejoice in it!
I see no gladness and joy in your comments. Again, no class man!
Kid Funkedelic
September 5th, 2009 at 8:37 pm
Kid, sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt you… yours are no exception. See you ’round…
September 5th, 2009 at 11:10 pm
i’m having a difficult time understanding your response because I can barely see out of my busted eye from the fight at the sports bar with the inebriated and rowdy stranger i got into a fight with.
when i tried to step to the side to send that left hook, my feet got stuck on the sticky floor and ka-pow! all i saw was stars and the only thing i could think of was some peanuts and a comfy sofa to get on in the fetal position and sleep off the pain. so forgive me if I can’t read and understand your response. Boy did I have a good time! wouldn’t exchange it for the world!!!
Kid Funkedelic
September 6th, 2009 at 11:31 pm
Kid, I actually saw this last night and had to sleep on it to see what I’d say in return. Well, I still haven’t figured anything out yet. Hope your eye is better though… LOL!
September 8th, 2009 at 2:15 pm
Kid – classic man classic.. I have never met anyone that had V speachless… she had to sleep on it.. and still no comment LMAO.. I cant breath…. I would follow you to any stickied floor, soiled bathroom establishment!!!!!
O wise one teach me teach me…
September 8th, 2009 at 2:38 pm
Please, David, please… I wasn’t exactly speechless. I just didn’t find it necessary to respond to Kid… similar to now with you. See you ’round…