If you're not from Wisconsin or Minnesota, you might not even know what I'm talking about, so bear with me.
I watched Monday Night Football.
Alone.
Yes, that's right. Mr. OCD was at work and the kids were sleeping.
And I still watched.
How could I not? It was all anyone was talking about! I'd be some kind of freak if I didn't watch.
But that's not even the scary part.
I cared.
I cared who won. I yelled at the TV. I stood up during plays. And I was genuinely disappointed at the end.
Ugh. I just gave myself shivers thinking about it again.
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