A group of women who don’t know a field goal from a foul ball and care only about the passes they’re not receiving from their husbands got together yesterday to celebrate – the end of football season.
For the 18th straight Super Bowl Sunday a group of 15 “football widows” gathered yesterday at an East Side restaurant to wolf down clams on the half shell, swig champagne, and pretend they were having a great time without their gridiron-crazed lesser halves.
Nothing they said could pry their guys from their football games, the women lamented.
“I bought a sexy negligee from Victoria’s Secret and I did a striptease in front of the TV, and he said ‘Get out of the way,’ ” Suzanne DeSantis, a teacher from Tuckahoe, said of a recent encounter.
“I spent $200 on that, and he didn’t notice me.”
Trudi Maloney of Hollis, Queens, part of a contingent of PS 23 schoolteachers, is mystified by the NFL.
“I just don’t get football – first stop, third down,” Maloney said. “It’s a game of twisting around and getting beaten up. Sundays are a major inconvenience for my family.”
Occasionally, the ladies would burst into a chorus of “Happy Days Are Here Again” – but since no one knew any additional lyrics, it soon sounded like they had already had a bit too much of the bubbly.
And no one was quite sure precisely what they’d be doing come game time.
“My kids and I will be on the other side of the house, or maybe go to a movie,” Maloney said. “They wanna see that movie about the dancing, I think it’s called ‘Save the Last Dance.’ “
One “widow,” however, was preparing herself for the inevitable, as she pondered resuming Sunday life in the off-season with her husband.
“We’ll go shopping or out to brunch or something,” said Cathy Bookless, a Patterson, N.Y., secretary.
“He’ll find some other sport, though. He likes everything – even golf.”