1. Be the beer wench
2. Don’t ask questions, serve
3. Look on the bright side, it is only 6 months
4. Be pleasant
5. Be patient
6. Games don’t start until 12ET (just hope you are not on the west coast)
7. Pretent to be excited
8. Find out when his team is playing and expect him to be out of the picture for those 3-4 hours
9. Make sure he is fully stocked with his favorite beer and chips in case his friends come by.
10. Be prepared to be annoyed, because he will be checking stats from his IPhone

But just how far can this go..... 

One of our very own, has dedicated her story on the recent addition of Brett Farve to the New York Jets.

Brett Favre’s trade to Jets responsible for spike in the number of football widows and Mass HARI KARI contemplation….

I spent the last eight years as a football widow I am now divorced so thank God I don’t have to deal with it this season. Except my ex-husband has just reminded me of the whole dreadful experience apparently pre-season has arrived and miracle of all miracles Brett Favre was just picked up by the Jets. The Jets being the team he has worshipped more than God since the day he was born.

Now according to my ex-husband the Jets finally have a quarter back in Brett Favre something they have been lacking for years. This is signaling one thing to Jets fans around the world they have hope for an excellent season with long passes and running for yardage as well as a wildcard shot at going to Superbowl. I swear when he told me this news he just about squirted all over me and his eyes were as big as saucers.

Well the only thing I could think about is the boom in the Number of football widows directly related to Brett Favre’s move to the Jets. It took me back to those days where I was completely invisible unless I was wearing my magic nacho cloak. Or how I became a beer wench to him and his boys (all members of his fantasy football league) who apparently felt the urge to congregate en mass for these holy events.  I can only say that for a span of what seemed like eternity during football season my intellect was starved of communication, my home was absent a partner and I was stuck in rooms all in the name of love for my football possessed spouse with a group of women who would rather commit Hari Kari then host another football mixer while wearing a happy smile and telling herself the big lie of I love this experience.

It was at that moment that I got down on my knees and thanked God for my new found freedom. I did however begin to think about all the women left behind who weren’t as fortunate as I was to have escaped the football permeation of the soul. I wondered if I could in fact throw back some rope, a note, breadcrumbs a glimmer of hope, a breath of recessitation in their time of need. And then it hit me. What these women need since they will be collected en mass in rooms starved of meaningful soul fodder is COUNT ME IN they had to know about COUNT ME IN and how life altering it is.  We finally have our own team something to root for and instead of gambling away our money, drinking until the beer is gone and living vicariously through a selected few athletes who repeatedly live out our unfulfilled dreams of going pro. Women could actually see real women like themselves living out their dreams of fulfilling their potential, independent through business and growing their minds, households, spirits and wallets in essence the women of COUNT ME IN are to women what Brett Favre is to the Jets fans the only difference is the individual woman gets to win the Superbowl.

So to the men who are reading this article while no one wants to stand in the way of possibly the only thing that brings true joy to your life please throw your wife a life line and tell her about COUNT ME IN. My feeling is it will give her something meaningful to do while you are away at football Shangri la.