Don't blame me.
January 4th of 1976. The Rams are being mercilessly beaten 37-7 by the hated Cowboys in the LA Memorial Coliseum of all places. I'm drinking beer and getting into a horrible mood. The wife tells me to calm down and stop throwing things at the TV. I tell her to shut up. She doesn't. I suggest she pack her stuff and move out. She does and files for divorce 3 weeks later. Haven't seen or heard from her since February of 1977. Btw she was a Packers fan.
The whole incident wasn't violent or resulted in me breaking stuff or going into a rage or anything. I've done that at other times when our team lost a game. But it was a mental meltdown that led to big changes in my life and hers. We were both too young and stupid to be married anyway but it sticks out in my mind to this day and reminds me, each and every Rams game I watch, to keep my priorities in order and not to get too bent out of shape.