I don't know a whole lot about the innerworkings of the DVR machine that sits in four rooms of our home. (Yes, I said we have 4 televisions hooked up to cable. Hello, FOOTBALL SEASON Y'ALL, don't judge.) I've never actually had DVR for an extended period of time before, and I can't quite say I understand the concept.
I could live off two channels, ESPN and Bravo. If the cable companies offered a service that just provided those two channels, I'd buy it in a heartbeat. Bravo shows don't need to be DVR'd because if you happen to miss one, they are all found On Demand, not to mention played a trillion more times throughout the week. As far as sporting events go, the idea of DVR'ing sports is just absolutely downright absurd to me. This is one rare time that my boyfriend's and my opinion differ drastically.
CB often DVRs sports, and it boggles my mind every time. Now granted, yes, I am more heavily involved in Social Media than most normal human beings, but how does one stay away from all forms of spoilers for days at a time?
For example, CB still has no idea who won the Open yesterday. I had started the day planning on trying my darndest to stay away from updates so I could watch the recording with him after work. I caved and checked the scores about 35 minutes into the final group teeing off. It wouldn't have mattered though, because my boss was watching from his deck and screamed, "JORDAN BLEW IT!" #SMH.
So we watched the recording together last night, I of course knew who had won and had to stay silent. This is very difficult for me, keeping a secret really isn't my thing. It was about 10:30pm when the 3 golfers that were tied at the end of regulation, started the 4 hole playoff.
CB THEN TURNS OFF THE TELEVISION and says, "Time for bed,I'll pick this up tomorrow night"
This is the part of the post where I insert the most applicable GIF ever created to accurately express the way women feel about men on a regular basis.
Bro. There are 4 holes to go?! I couldn't make it 35 minutes into competition without checking the scores, you want to go another full day? I understand you don't have social media, but what about your friends? What about your family? What about the radio? What about co-workers? What about VENUS TRAPPED IN FREAKING MARS, you read her and she might just write about it!! She might just say WAY TO GO George Glass, congratulations on your Claret Jug.
Whatever, I just don't get it.
Also, for those who don't follow golf, George Glass is not a golfer, that I'm aware of. He was the made up name of Jan's boyfriend from the movie, The Brady Bunch. I'm not a jerk. I will continue to stay silent because I'm just THAT good of a girlfriend. Bah humbug.