This article is part of ZEIT am Wochenend, issue 2/2024.
Sunday evening, the children are in bed, the dishes are done, my wife still has to work on the laptop and is sitting at the dining table. I’m lying on the couch and surfing through the channels on the TV. crime scenequiz show, B-celebrity nonsense, Netflix monotony.
There finally, a green glimmer of hope, artificial turf, men in helmets. A ball.
Miami Dolphins vs. Buffalo Bills, American Football, I put the remote control aside and my feet on the coffee table. I leave the television sound off out of consideration for my wife. And yet a pleasant feeling spreads within me.
