You hear it all the time -- couples who grow apart after the kids are born. I can see how it happens. It's easy to get caught up in ... well, keeping up -- with the laundry, the work, the swim lessons, the careers, the house, etc.

It's not often that my husband and I get to spend uninterrupted time together -- OK, it's actually pretty rare. Too often, we're a tag team -- transferring kids from one to another so we can persue our old life interests.

They same common interests are key to having a happy marriage. You have to find something you like to do together and make the time to do it.

Before the kids, Dan used to run. So, we'd do all the races together, but...with the kids one can only have so many hobbies. Dan chose to let running go. (My waistline wouldn't permit that).

So, maybe this is why I was so quick to become a football fan. It all started with an article I edited for Her Times -- "A Pigskin Primer" for women. One I aquired a little knowledge about the sport, I started watching a bit of it.

And, I was quickly hooked. I'm not sure why, really. It was fun, it was exciting. It was something for us to share together -- besides work war-stories and household chores.

Sunday we had hours and hours of time to ourselves when we went to my very first NFL Game -- the Steelers vs. the Saints in Pittsburgh.

It was a blast -- even if our seats did stink (8 rows from the top)and we had to tailgate in the stupid parking ramp (no room in the lots). And, of course, the Steelers won -- which made it all that much more exciting.

But, the best part about the whole thing, we that we did it together. No friends, no family, no kids, no co-workers -- just the two of us (and 60-some thousand other Steelers fans).