Go Spurs Go
Save whatever amount of time the Twins can keep themselves in a season, I'm really not much of a sports fan. That was, of course, until I moved to San Antonio, and now I'm addicted to Spurs basketball. Like, a lot. Seriously, I think they must lace it with something.
In addition to being a freshly realized basketball fan, I'm already a longstanding fan of yelling at the television. And Victoria certainly hasn't any objection when I start going all 40 Year-Old Virgin while we're watching Heroes ("Bitch get out the room! Bitch get out the room!"), as she's known to chime in just as frequently if not moreso. So it's a good thing that we're both feeling not only the Spurs, but a whole new method of bonding.
The couple that shouts obscenities at overpaid jocks together stays together.