At home when I dug American football my wife made the food that I would eat during the game before the start of the game . Then at the half I took her upstairs for a half time fuck then I would watch the second half.

The only time I was a miserable bastard when I coached soccer and we lost a game. Then no one wanted to be around me because I always blamed myself for a loss. Because I always thought if we lost it was something I left undone on the practice field. So they all just let me alone for a week until we played our next match.