In an afternoon of good and entertaining football games, it figures we end up being the clunker.
To top of it, Im sitting her watching the game, and the phone rings (at my sister in laws house no less), and they say it's for me.
Like WTF, NO ONE calls me during Jets games. Like, ever.
Turns out it was some ****head relative on my wife's side who happens to be a Pats fan.
Actually had the ****ING NERVE to call me to gloat - and even if he was calling to apologise. **** that jerk. I made a big scene and hung up the phone as soon as I heard his voice.
Now my wife is pissed. I'm pissed. I may never watch another Jets game again.