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Robin Renay and her husband that “49er Fan”.

By Robin Renay

As I padded around the corner in my comfy slippers and favorite jammies, I saw my hubby lounging on the couch with his eyes glued to the television, as though he was in the middle of a “do not blink” contest. 

“Oh good,” I thought to myself, the kids are in bed, so it will be a perfect time to watch a couple episodes of Duck Dynasty and get my fill of Sid!

As I slid into my spot on the couch, I immediately saw that it was not an episode of the guys with stocking hats and long beards, but rather a football game, which was keeping my husband’s stare fixed into one spot.  “What are ya watching,” I asked, as if it was not obvious enough as to what was on TV.

“Oh just the 49er game,” he responded without even a blink of his eye, or a movement in his neck muscles.  I could clearly see tonight would be spent watching a bunch of guys try their hardest to knock the guy in front of them off of their feet, while another other guy does his best to catch a oval shaped ball and run in for a touchdown.

Now, I am a wife that likes to watch sports, but admittedly, the sport of my choice is baseball, (the SF Giants to be exact!).  It was very clear to me that if I was to achieve getting any attention from my husband this evening, I would have to compromise and try to get somewhat involved in this 49er game as well.  After all, marriage is all about compromise, isn’t it?

As it happens it was the start of the second quarter, so I felt that I would have ample time to get submerged into the game and maybe, just maybe, remember enough about football to start a conversation with “my man”.

I looked up at the TV the 49er player had kicked the ball down the field and I watched as the Rams player caught it and began to run side to side, but before long the ball was knocked loose by a guy in red and negative yards were achieved! “Ha, look at that,” my husband said to me, actually turning his head my way!

“Oh, I know, I bet that doesn’t happen to often,” I replied, noting there was head movement in my vicinity. As the time ticked away on the clock, the second quarter proved to be a bit exciting.  Sam Bradford, (who is the Rams quarterback, for those ladies who don’t know) was having a very off day, and as he threw the football down the field, the 49er named Whitner was able to snag the ball for an interception!

The score was now 7 to 3, and admittedly, I was getting into the game.  Not too long after, once the ball was snapped to Kaepernick, a player shot out of the mass of men wearing red, only to run 34-yards into the end zone!

Looking close, I could see that his name was Gore. Frank Gore to be exact my hubby told me, with excitement in his voice, as his team was now winning 13 to 3.  Third quarter came and went with yet another touchdown by Vernon Davis, making the score 21 to 3.

By this time I felt that I had somewhat achieved my goal, as my husband actually had a brief conversation with me concerning some of the plays and how they had an affect on his fantasy football scores.  I did my best to keep up, and by the 4th quarter, I found myself on the edge of the couch as the ball was knocked away from Bradford, and possession was given to the team in red!

Suddenly, with just over 4 minutes left in the ball game, #32 shot up the field for 29-yards, to gain the 49ers yet another touchdown, and with an extra point given after a one point conversion, (yes, I actually know what that is), the final score was 35 to 11.  “The Niners won big,” my husband yelled, while giving me a high five!

“Yah,” I screamed back, scaring the family dog, who looked up at me curiously.  “What,” I exclaimed at him. “Careful, I just might change your name from Buster Posey to Kaepernick!  We can call you Kaeper for short. When do the 49ers play next?” I asked my man who smiled back at me.

“Give me a second and I’ll find out,” he replied as he pulled out his handy dandy smart phone. Just like that, we were set for our next date night, watching none other than the game of football!

Robin Renay is a freelance writer living in Michigan, a life long San Francisco Giants fan, and a firm believer in all things Tim Lincecum.