How do you like to watch your Husker games?

[HARDROCKER69]

At home alone with tequila and beers.

 

[V-Doub]

Watching with the wife can sometimes be a problem.

I get pretty dialed in and don’t need any goddamned questions about dinner, or when the last time we changed the AC filters. Don’t care that the dog is licking himself, don’t care about the neighbors kids recital.

Nebraska’s on. Shut it.

I swear they subconsciously ask questions when you’re engaged in the football game, or anything other than what they want. They know this is something you enjoy and don’t like to be bothered with anything less than a fucking emergency, yet they just can’t help themselves. They are hardwired to want our attention and service.

They actually believe making a “To Do” list is the most difficult and essential part of actually getting shit done. Moving is the worst… “Bitch, I don’t need someone to explain to me how to pack, label and carry boxes out to the truck. I need someone who wants to help pack, label and carry boxes! Comprende?”

But I digress, rant over.

 

[kyle23]

At home alone with my dog. Nice mix drink or during the Frost years straight booze in my hand. When I get too worked up my 70 lb lab will sit on my lap.

I think she knows when I'm near heart failure. It's funny because she only does it during Nebraska football games.

 

[God is a Husker]

Sometimes I have too many Coors Lights while watching the game.

Which I gladly do, and fully embrace.

Watching the games alone?
Automatic.

Watching the games on mute?
Automatic

Watching the game while posting on Twitter and the Platinum Board about not running the damn ball?

AUTOMATIC.

 

[Quint]

I swear they subconsciously ask questions when you’re engaged in the football game, or anything other than what they want. They know this is something you enjoy and don’t like to be bothered with anything less than a fucking emergency, yet they just can’t help themselves. They are hardwired to want our attention and service.

They actually believe making a “To Do” list is the most difficult and essential part of actually getting shit done. Moving is the worst… “Bitch, I don’t need someone to explain to me how to pack, label and carry boxes out to the truck. I need someone who wants to help pack, label and carry boxes! Comprende?”

But I digress, rant over.

It has something to do with estrogen or ovaries. No kidding.

It’s like there’s a manual they get when they start dating.

Find a testosterone producing human, find something they’re interested in or love, and fuck with them while they’re trying to enjoy it to the point where you’re an inch away from getting your head shoved through a wall…and then make it there fault for being such insensitive, self absorbed, knuckle dragging neanderthals.