My Wife Is Pissed At Me

7AEBD6FE-CE80-4097-9274-7E790BFFA3B5Why is she pissed at me? Because the New England Patriots won the Super Bowl last night. And because I rooted for them and was happy that they won.

But why is she pissed at me simply for rooting for the Patriots? Because the owner of the Patriots, Robert Kraft, is tight with Donald Trump. And because the head coach of the Patriots, Bill Belichick, and Donald Trump admire one another. And because a red MAGA hat was once spotted in Tom Brady’s locker.

Trump has repeatedly hailed the Patriots as “winners” and touted his friendly relationship with Brady, Kraft, and Belichick. He claims that they support his presidency.

My wife really hates Donald Trump and anyone who supports, endorses, or enables him. And in her mind, by rooting for the Patriots, I was, by proxy, endorsing Donald Trump.

Never before has she given two shits about how the owners, coaches, or players on a sports team felt about the person occupying the Oval Office. Or about what teams the president liked. Nor have I.

So thank you, Donald Trump, for politicizing professional football. Isn’t it bad enough that you have divided the country with your divisive talk and deeds? Now you have created a divide between my wife and me over the Super Bowl.

I’m sure that, in a day or two, my wife’s anger at me for rooting for the Patriots and for being happy that they won the Super Bowl will blow over.

But in the meantime, fuck you, Donald Trump. Just fuck you.