It's the damn wife's fault.
"Auburn should win against La Monroe, right, honey?"
"Yeah, babe."
"So let's go do this..."
"Sure thing, shnookems!"
Using your own quote as evidence suggests it's in fact, YOUR fault.
Got up early, got my shit done. ...and now I'm kicked back with a beer, relaxing and the fiance is about to warm up a shitload of the take home hibatchi rice, veggies, chicken, shrimp and steak on the stove top.
Shit's about to get good. Not a big game, but it's fucking gameDAY. All day, every Saturday during football season.
You need to teach your woman that, or lock her in a closet until she... wait..nevermind.