It's nearing that dreaded time of year again that divides Hubby and me–football season.

It’s nearing that dreaded time of year again that divides Hubby and me–football season.

The Vikings recently moved into Mankato for training camp and as far as I’m concerned, they are too close for comfort.

Last year the summer got away from us and he didn’t have a chance to watch a training camp in person. This year he was adamant he was going.

I should have known something was up this past weekend when we had barely said good bye to my sister and her three children who came to stay for the weekend and he suggested we go to Mankato to do back-to-school clothes shopping.

I pointed out we had another weekend or two before that needed to be done, but he was firm. It had to be this weekend.

As soon as we got in the car he laid out the plans. The kids and I were to drop him off at Mankato State University where he would watch the Vikings train until 5 p.m. when I was to pick him back up.

Whoooooo. Back this train up.

“So I’m supposed to take the children shopping while you watch Vikings?” I asked incredulously. Then he gave me my budget and I was okay with that idea.

At one time, early in our relationship, he had this illusion that he was going to turn me into the ultimate Vikings fan. He envisioned us sporting Vikings jerseys and attending game parties together. Afterward we would share long talks about the game.

That’s never happened.

“You don’t watch the game right,” Hubby explained when I asked why he’d given up on his dream. “The game is on the field, not in the stands. If I’m going to spend money on a ticket for you, I expect you to have your eyes on the field at all times, not on the people in the stands.”

The only thing worse, in his eyes, besides missing an opportunity to see a game or training camp, is having to drag his “unsportsman-like” wife along.

He says he doesn’t like taking me to the games because he feels that there are other ways we can spend time together without it having to be at an event he is so passionate about and I’m not.

It really boils down to the fact that he feels misunderstood that I can’t find it in my heart to be the least bit interested in his passion.

It’s that my level of understanding of the game does not match his. It may take the next 40 years of our life together for him to groom me into the kind of fan he so desperately wants. By that time we will probably both we blind and deaf and he will feel that his efforts will have been for naught.

I think it is time for me to step up MY game. I really enjoyed my shopping day while he watched the Vikings. I should start requesting that more often.