You're saying, "Ewwwwwww, Hotfessional, TMI, seriously, dude". Well, blame Mr. Hot - I tried to get out of town without the germs attacking, but apparently, as usual, I was late.
Now, though, I'm thinking I'll have to search for a new book to read between naps this weekend since apparently that's all he did while I was in Chicago. Shoot me for not getting my wireless router set up last week so I could read blogs in bed.
Speaking of Mr. Hot. He provides me with blog fodder on a semi-regular basis. I've mentioned him here, and here, and here. He's a wonderful husband and a terrific father. He's the only reason I've been able to do things like this. Buuuuuttttt. (C'mon, you knew there'd be a but, didn't you? Since when is there not a but when you're talking about your spouse? )
Anyway, BUT....
He.Quizzes.Me! Like.A.Freakin'.Fifth.Grade.Teacher.
You're shaking your head. I see you! You're saying, "But Hotfessional, the man puts up with your shit. He understands when you go to the city and have dinner and copious amounts of wine with men. He doesn't complain about bright yellow bras and purses." (Well, not the bras anyway.)
Yes. True. Every word of what you say. The man is amazing.
Except. He. quizzes. me.
About sports figures.
Now, I love sports. I think it's well documented. Football, Basketball, Baseball. Yes, yes, and yes. Hockey? Meh - just the original six. Actually, just Toronto. And they suck.
However! Do I care where so-and-so went to college? Or high school? Or where their aunt's second-cousin's brother's best-friend's dog was born? Not too much.
Mr. Hot: "Where did Plaxico Burress go to school?"
The Hotfessional: "Um. Michigan State?"
Mr. Hot: "Yes!"
Mr. Hot: "Which Piston went to Jackson State?"
The Hotfessional: "I didn't know there was a Jackson State."
Mr. Hot: "........" (looking at me, expectantly)
The Hotfessional: "Hell, I don't know. Jason Maxiell?"
Mr. Hot: "No, think older."
The Hotfessional: "Um, Nazr Mohammed?"
Mr. Hot: "No, he was with the Pistons before; they traded him; then he came back."
The Hotfessional: "Holy hell. Lindsey Hunter."
Mr. Hot: "Yes!"
(Do I start to feel like a 5th grader at this point? Yes!)
Mr. Hot: "Didn't Jevon Kearse go to Michigan State?"
The Hotfessional: "I don't think so."
Mr. Hot: "I think he did." (Leaves room to go Google it)
------- 3 minutes later -------
The Hotfessional: "Did he?"
Mr. Hot: "No, he went to Florida."
------- 3 weeks later -------
Mr. Hot: "Where did Jevon Kearse go to school?"
The Hotfessional: "U of M?" (Why, why do I let myself get suckered into playing this? Oh yea, I love the man.)
Mr. Hot: "No! Florida. Remember? I thought he went to State."
Sigh.
So, when he said "The Lions could have picked up Jammer in the draft and passed on him" while we were watching some game a couple of weeks ago and I came back with "Quentin Jammer?" - the look of complete and utter pride on his face? The look that said "Damn. I raised this woman right"! Made all of the failed quiz grades I've received absolutely worth it?
Yep.
Oh yes.
---- So tomorrow begins another 48 hours of "Does The Hotfessional Know?" I better go study.----
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