the lagniappe

I've never lived with a guy before.  Which is to say that I've never had to come face to face with those turf-war-over-the-remote moments when said live-in-guy wants to watch fill in sporting event here while I am foaming at the mouth to watch a fresh episode of bridezillas so that I might develop the proper neuropathways to one day appropriately alienate myself from my best-bridesmaid-friends by perpetuating that spawn of satan so carefully cultivated within.     

Admittedly, I have been known to hurl obscenities during a soccer match and enjoy watching sports where I can name a sufficient amount of the teams players.  To my original point though I've never been faced with any sort of turf war over the remote.  That was until last Sunday in the television world's dynamic showdown between Sunday Night Football Night in America v. the Prime-time Emmy's. 

The rooms* (roommate) works for a, sorry, the sports magazine and particularly in the last year or so has double timed it in the sports knowledge area, which means we now get to discuss fantasy football and care about NFL games we ordinarily wouldn't.

It wasn't until the next afternoon, I think it was my evening walk past Madison Sq. Garden, that triggered it, but I realized that while we were watching the football game and I switched to the Emmy's on commercial break (and caught a hilarious stand-off between Ricky Gervais and Steve Carrell by the way) I realized that I had been nervous, nervous that I was going to stay on the wrong channel too long and that we would miss some important play. 

This reaction made me laugh to myself since I knew that there was no real argument going on, just a reverse-stereotypical circumstance.

Then later that night, "Can we change to check out the score of the game real quick?"

Alas, no, no we cannot, the DVR's already doing double duty recording something important while recording something else important, while we watch something equally important from earlier.

*gentlemen readers she is not a fictional character, she's the real deal and available.  Same goes for me if anyone's finding that bridezilla scenario attractive, rarrrrrr.