There are million of sports

widows all across the country.

We do not have husbands that

are acutally dead, meaning that

we are not REAL widows.  Our

widowship is a function of the fact

that our manly men are devoted

and in love with sports.

 

Sports are a good thing.  They

contribute to the economy– like

the beer industry and the chip

and pretzel industry and the

lazy boy recliner industry and

eventually to the belly fat and

weight loss industry. ROTFL!

 

Men love their sports. Sometimes

ever so occassionally there are men

who can live without sports.  This

are few and far between and should

be treasured and appreciated.

 

These are what you call your

metrosexual men.  They have

interests beyond the traditional

cave man.  They are interesting

to talk to.  They have good brains.

They are charming.  Oftentimes

they are also gay, so just so you

know.  I love these men.  I could

be married to a dozen of them

because they are so kind to their

women and they actually like things

like shopping and computers and

the theater.

 

Being a sports widow is not the

easiest life, altho it does have its

advantages. Most of these husbands

are very hard working during the week. 

It is just on the weekends that they

take life easy and turn into couch

potatoes.  The good news is that they

are too busy with sports to cheat on

their wives or children, so by and

large they are faithful and good

providers.  You can’t complain

about that.