Baseball is my nemesis. We’ve never had a great relationship, like ever. You see my now husband but then boyfriend of many, many years played baseball. And so of course being completely “in love,” in a high school love sort of way, I went to every single pain-wrenching game. All because of love. –>SAPPY<–
But you must take a minute to understand just how many games that is. In one season, he played on the freshman, sophomore and varsity teams. Seriously, it was more hours than a job and in which case would have been better because at least there was some profit in it. But nope, just hours, upon hours, of driving to and watching this painfully slow game of baseball.
Yes, I went to every game that year accounting for sixty to seventy games. Wow, that is just so completely depressing and sad as I type that. All in the name of love (and not for the love of the game). Are you beginning to understand just why baseball and I are not so tight after all?
So fast forward 8 years to the present and the World Series has made a presence in our home. There is just something in side my gut that makes me quiver when I see a game of baseball. So here’s how the conversation went.
Me: Why are we watching this?
Hubs: It is the World Series.
Hubs: Like the most important game all year.
Me: Technically it isn’t that important until the final game, and isn’t there like a ton of games in the world series?
Hubs: says nothing…….