You're giving me flashbacks.
I tolerated DH's non stop sports viewing for years, over twenty years
Snooker
Darts
F1
Football...any football
Cricket
Tennis
....all day long monotonous shit.
He used to say, "I work hard. What other pleasure do I have", in a whiny entitled bastard tone.
Hour upon hour of noisy shit or wankers droning on and on about fuck all. The cunt would even sit there and stare at the empty tables in snooker intervals.
When one sport ended for the day, he would switch over to another till gone midnight and then throw the remote at me and demand I find something to watch, like I was supposed to find premium quality TV or films to entertain us both after midnight that would fit in before bed. He's a fussy bastard too, no film or tv is good enough unless he absolutely loves every single second of it. Sour faced accusations, " well, this is a bit shit", like he thinks I fucking produced and directed whatever I picked. He is still like that.
I used to even budget to allow for Sky Sports when we were flat fucking broke and it was breaking us, as in trying but not managing so other things had to be sacrificed like dentistry and food.
Then, one day I just fucking lost it. It was not pretty, over twenty years of chewing my face till the shitty sports day ended and pretending to be interested in the crap so he didn't feel like he was imposing.
Now, no more sport...at all.
I now despise all tv. I'd chop it into little bits with an axe if I could get away with it.