until you start watching it with a b/f.

What used to be a fun thing we used to do together has turned into a *****-fest for him and a double-dose of clonazepam for me just to deal.

He is really killing the buzz, ya know?

It seems like we can't even enjoy a game unless "his team" is winning - and even that is a precarious situation, because, well, even when "we" do win, the stats still remain crappy.

I honestly think that I would enjoy the game much more if I went to the bar and watched it, and he can stay home and stomp and rage around the house by himself!

What is it with guys and their sports? Can't they just enjoy the game for the game???

Uh, this is probably not the place to post this, but hey, my anxiety levels go over the top every time there is "Hockey Night..."