Kid's game is unmissable. My kids are grown now, and I dearly miss those soccer and track events. And I mean A LOT. Whoosh, and they're done.
But the INSTANT that damn basketball game is over, you're cramming that kid in the car and laying rubber in four gears with your foot in the carburetor to get your whipped ass back on the couch to watch the game.
You will promise - and you WILL deliver - dinner and a night out tomorrow at the place of HER choice, and wear what SHE tells you to wear, and listen to the music that SHE wants to hear.
Got it?
Now...rinse and repeat for the Steelers. That's just how it goes, dude. You have no control. You can only trim the sails.