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Gordon_Sims
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I actually used to be into sports quite a bit and had no problem with the TV on through Thanksgiving dinner. It just got to the point where it was taken to such an extreme that it got to be too much of a stressor for me. I can handle hours of the inane, repetitive conversation about the trivialities of my cousin’s uneventful, do-nothing life, but the exuberant, barking, vulgar conversations about how all “we” need is to win this game while that team loses, or if they win, then this other team needs to win this week but lose next week so that…wait a second, hold on–oops, spilled my beer–let me check my fantasy football stats while…TOUCHDOWN! TAKE THAT, MOTHA******!Here’s the way I see this–to me, you sound like you feel “superior” to all those poor ignorant football fanatics. YOU can actually hold a “real” discussion. YOU can discuss with alacrity all kinds of topics, including sensitive family topics like “kids, work, whatever.” YOU don’t need a TV.
In fact, I see this in several posters–an attitude of superiority.
It could be…that perhaps that’s why you don’t get along with the other relatives. They see you as snobbish and “uppity.” It’s no fun being around people who insist that the only way to “bond” with family is to engage in a deep and spiritual discussion.
Sadly, there are a LOT of families who know that engaging in a deep and spiritual discussion would no doubt end with a bitter family argument, hurt feelings, screaming, and departing in anger. If your family isn’t one of these families, you are indeed deeply blessed. But many families have “baggage” and “issues” and various mental and emotional illnesses (e.g., alcoholism), and sitting around a Thanksgiving table sharing their thoughts and feelings is NOT the best way to handle this. It won’t help.
For these families, a football game can become a temporary peaceful gathering place where for a few hours, they can all agree that “their” team is the best team and have a jolly good time cheering on their team and discussing the superior merits of their team. The children can see their parents and relatives getting along, and this gives them a warm, secure feeling about their family that they would never get from a tense and stilted “conversation” that in all probability, will turn into a family argument.
Don’t lash out at ME. Think about what I’m telling you and consider the possibility that I’m telling you something that you need to hear. Get off your high horse and mingle. Or observe with pleasure your family and friends–no need to judge them. Just enjoy. The time goes fast and before you know it, they’re gone.
You’re right, I’m missing out on some engaging, fascinating discussions.
For the record, I don’t insist on deep, spiritual discussions. I welcome them when they come, but I know it’s not something most of the family is into. However, I’d much rather hear about what Ed’s been up to since the last time I saw him than watch him poke away at his phone in between swigs of beer. And if Bart wants to get loud and vulgar about something, I’d personally rather hear him griping about the rough week he had rather than hear him yelling obscenities at the screen. Heck, I’d even prefer a board game, singing around the piano or some other activity, but we can’t do those anymore because the sports take precedence and drown out any attempts for us to do things along those lines. To give a little more perspective, I got an email a couple weeks ago that off-handedly mentioned several huge happenings in the lives of a couple relatives. I’d seen them several times since those things occurred but knew nothing about them. I did know how they did in the weekly football pool, which games they’d been to, and which expletives their kids tend to repeat when they’re talking about the game. There’s another family member who has worked in the same industry as me for at least the last 15 years. I’ve tried to talk shop with him countless times. I have no clue what he actually does or who he works for. I do know who several of his favorite players are, what he thought about this or that trade and why hates this general manager. I couldn’t tell you much more about him than that. You’re right that it all goes too fast, but once they’re gone I’d like to be able to remember something more than the fact that we couldn’t take our kids around this one on game day, or that this other one had the uncanny ability to block out the world when the game started.