I hate sports radio. There. I said it.
Men jacked up on testosterone, talking about other men jacked up on testosterone, (and God knows what else). Who dominated. Who crushed who. The questioning of whether people are "fan" enough. The weird mafia like loyalty thing with sports.Ick.
Sports radio jangles my sensory system.
All the screaming, each guy talking louder and louder over the next one in order to make their point. I do not want to hear ads for Viagra and its counterparts at 7AM. I do not want to hear one more guy in a casual, cool, tone, pretend he's talking to the listener man to man, about debt reduction.
The whole thing gives me a headache.
And I don't want a headache!
I want to float downstairs and get the kids ready for school while something like Enya plays in the background.
Mornings are tricky enough. I want the atmosphere to be relaxed before we all start out into the world.
But sports is HT's joy. Who am I to deprive him of something he loves?
But did I mention it gives me a headache?
I've got no answers.
Only the fantasy of a duplex with swinging doors.
Men jacked up on testosterone, talking about other men jacked up on testosterone, (and God knows what else). Who dominated. Who crushed who. The questioning of whether people are "fan" enough. The weird mafia like loyalty thing with sports.Ick.
Sports radio jangles my sensory system.
All the screaming, each guy talking louder and louder over the next one in order to make their point. I do not want to hear ads for Viagra and its counterparts at 7AM. I do not want to hear one more guy in a casual, cool, tone, pretend he's talking to the listener man to man, about debt reduction.
The whole thing gives me a headache.
And I don't want a headache!
I want to float downstairs and get the kids ready for school while something like Enya plays in the background.
Mornings are tricky enough. I want the atmosphere to be relaxed before we all start out into the world.
But sports is HT's joy. Who am I to deprive him of something he loves?
But did I mention it gives me a headache?
I've got no answers.
Only the fantasy of a duplex with swinging doors.
8 comments:
The man needs a portable radio and HEAD PHONES!
Thankfully, J is no sports fan. He will occasionally wish to tune in to a Penn State game (so he can discuss it in testosterone-fill glory with his brother)but he has a recliner and a TV in the kid's playroom, so he is banished there. Then I get to enjoy a parade of Mystery Diagnosis or - my true love - silence.
What we do disagree over, however, is music in general. He loves to have music on in the background. And his music? Too loud. Too throbbing. Too much for me. He turns the radio on, my head starts to pound, I go turn it off. We exchange ugly looks, one of us wins, the other loses. If he wants to keep it on, he better expect me to retreat and Foster to freak.
Same debate, different topic.
You go, Ms. Link!! Headphones are the answer!
Back when I was designing projects for books all the time, the shop guy who built the samples was a sports radio fanatic. I know exactly the headache of which you speak. Everyone screamed. No one listened. The commercials alone were torture.
Get that man some headphones and free your head!
feeling your pain, sister ..
matt and i joke that in our house, the tvs seem to 'reset' themselves to espn sports center.
no matter what i was watching last, the next time i turn the television on, it's back to espn.
and i work with all guys .. all rabid sports fans .. not another woman in sight. it's like living inside espn radio.
and sure as he11 no enya. lol
Wireless headphones. THis made me grateful all over again that my husband is not a big sports fan. Nope, I turn on the TV expecting it to be on the classical music channel (Nik & listen during the day) and get lovely and graphic images of grotesque crime scenes or medical stuff. Interesting, sure, but not quite what I want to see with my morning cuppa. :-p
I ditto Carrie! That is how my husband listens to all that nonsense! Of course then he is not listening to me but hey you can't have it all!
The duplex with revolving doors. Yes! I feel your pain.
I am so auditory that I can't stand any kind of talk radio--even limited NPR!
Another vote for headphones...wireless or otherwise.
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