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I don't watch with him, despite my casual interest in all this, because every time I watch something where I definitely want someone to win, they lose. I think I'm a curse. Steve thinks this is all nonsense, but I don't watch anyway because I don't want him to find out it's really true and then banish me from the living room for the game period, which would hurt my little feelings.
The last time he was able to watch Kaiserslautern on TV and they were in danger of being relegated (which happened, as we know), they did something stupid and he was so pissed off he yelled something in German at them. I was just glad to be in another room at the time, because someone yelling something angrily in German at the top of their lungs is pretty frightening. I've never once in the eight and a half years we've been married ever been in fear for my personal safety- Steve just isn't built that way, thank goodness. But his temper is rattling!
If Bayern Munich doesn't win today, it won't be the end of the world, and he'll be his warm, wonderful self anyway, but if they could just win.....I might be able to talk him into a trip to IKEA for a kitchen island that I want very much.