I'm getting to old for this stress! I anticipate the game all week because I know what I'm going to go through tonight. I now know how Christ felt in the Garden of Olives. My ND buddy, Dan, will come over to help me watch, and I'll hang on every play. Oh, it's Third and Five, how will they ever convert this, what play would I call, pick up the blitz, oh they just made it, incredible!! I'll will jump up and down and yell at the TV the entire game then sweat through the endless commercial time-outs. At least the games I watch off of recordings don't have those. The entire fourth quarter, I'll pace in circles around the house and rant, going outside when I can't stand it anymore, like during that onside kick last week. I don't have enough capacity for beer to make it tolerable -- that might only make it worse. My wife better not walk in front of the TV or ask any stupide questions if she knows what's good for her. But the relief of not losing again makes it all worthwhile. Tomorrow morning in church, I'll review the entire game in my head, not hearing a word of the mass. Some day I will die of a heart attack during a Notre Dame game, but what a way to go! I yearn for blow-outs.
I hate night games because I have to worry all day. This is despite the fact that I always record the afternoon games and watch them in the evening so that I can avoid all those commercials and get through the stress sooner. But with a live night game, I can't easily do that. But sometimes, I'll record the night game and start watching an hour late so I can still buzz through the breaks. I'm good at fast-forwarding at 32x and stopping just at the right moment.