I don't hate football, I'm just not moved by it.
Which is why I was busy watching the eleventy millionth hour of Torchwood when my husband poked his head into the living room and asked if we could turn on the Super Bowl after the present episode of Torchwood was over.
And of course he interrupted the man on man deep sexy kiss on the episode called "Captain Jack Harkness".
"Oh my god! What the hell is this?"
Needless to say, when the episode was over, command of the tv was abrogated.
I can guarantee if he had poked his head into the living room a couple hours earlier when the two chicks on Torchwood were making out, we would not be watching football right now.