I wrote about clicker etiquette a couple of days ago. When things get contentious, we delve into CLICKER WARS!
If there is a game on the "good TV," my wife will sometimes retreat to the boudoir to view any one of a litany of crappy reality TV shows. Once the game is over, I'll creep into the bedroom and fall asleep to whatever is on the tube. Sometimes I'll read my book, other times-if the Mrs. is asleep, I'll dial up a movie and fall asleep to it. I'll watch a movie over the course of a week or so by fast forwarding to the last thing I remember from the night before.
Sometimes the wife gets mischievous on me. It usually goes something like this: She'll be "asleep" and I'll come in and look for the clicker. Not wanting to wake her, I'll do a quick visual of the likely spots for it-in her hands, on the night stand or on the floor next to the bed. Unable to find it, I'll start checking around her pillow and under the covers-being very careful not to wake her (trust me-YOU DON'T want to wake up my wife!).
If I can't find it, my frustration will mount and I'll literally start "tossing" the room looking for the clicker and muttering to myself. As if she can sense when my frustration is at its peak, I'll hear a little giggle from her-she's been faking sleep all along and has hidden the clicker from sight. A tickle fight of some sort ensues and we begin a mock wrestling match for the clicker. She can only pull this trick every few months or I'll be too wise to her. We'll laugh and flip on a movie or something-but she knows she's won this little battle in the ongoing CLICKER WARS.
Clicker WARS
Clicker Etiquette
We have four TVs in our house. One in the kitchen, one in the playroom for the kids, one in our bedroom and one in the living room. The living room TV is the "good" TV. My wife and I are in a constant struggle for control of the almighty CLICKER.
If we're going to settle down to a night of TV, there are certain unwritten rules we follow. I'm not much of a TV fan. I like a good movie. I watch baseball, football and the news. The only shows I watch are Two and a Half Men and Survivor (I PROMISE I'll never blog about Survivor).
My wife is a clicking fool. She will flip around until she finds the most inane reality show she can find. She watches Survivor. She watches anything to do with reality programming and remodelling while commenting "Oh, that looks like a good project." I cringe when these shows are on. She watches Dog the Bounty Hunter, Flavor of Love, Super Nanny, Biggest Loser, The Bachelor, The Apprentice and the list goes on (and on). If its a reality show, she'll find it.
Now during baseball and football season, there is a struggle for CLICKER CONTROL. I, naturally, want to watch the games on the "good" TV. Here is where the unwritten rules come in. For Red Sox- Yankee games there is no discussion. The ball game is on. If its a game against Kansas City, she'll make some noise, but if I can invent some drama ("hey, Manny's going for Home Run number 500"), I can get the CLICKER without much fuss.
She's getting savvy though. She checks to see who's pitching and for the opponent's record and if it's a "dog" game, she'll protest. Depending on my mood, I may relent if it really is a dog game.
Sunday Football takes precedence, she even watches sometimes (although my brother just got a humongous Plasma-I'll be going over there a lot on Sundays this year). For the Sunday Night and Monday Night Football games, I'll relinquish the clicker if the game is one sided or has no "sporting" significance. Needless to say, the Patriots games are always on.
I got her good once. Last year NFL Network began the NFL Replay on Tuesday and Wednesday nights. They replay two games from the previous weekend each night. I was watching a game on a Tuesday night and she asked what the heck football was doing on TV on a Tuesday night. I told her they were experimenting with new nights. Rolling her eyes and letting out an exasperated sigh, she trotted upstairs to watch some reality drivel. It took her three weeks to figure out the Tuesday and Wednesday games were replays and boy was she pissed when she found out! She actually hid the clicker on me!
Most of the time we reach a happy equilibrium with the clicker, but it's a never ending struggle for CLICKER CONTROL.
