Madness, not just in March
I’ll just say it up front–I am so, so glad that my husband is not “into” sports. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy the occasional game on a TV somewhere that he just happens to be in front of , or even that he doesn’t get pretty excited during one of these said games. I guess I should say, I’m really glad that he doesn’t follow sports.
I don’t want you to think I’m thankful for that simply because I don’t like sports–I do. I enjoy a minor league or major league baseball game immensely, most college sports, World Cup soccer, and though I’ve never been to one, I imagine I’d enjoy a professional football game a lot. I enjoy playing sports–volleyball if it’s not too competitive, badminton, softball/wiffleball/whatever, kickball…. I will participate in most yard games and sports if given the opportunity. And I like running a moderate amount also.
I don’t think I could get excited about it if my husband were always rattling off sports statistics from the past 5 decades or always ditching me on weekends to watch “the game.” I mean, I can appreciate having “a team” that you always follow and know about, but so many men know everything about every team in every sport!
That’s not to say I don’t sometimes get ditched for the latest book or game of Scrabble–trust me, I do. But I’m all about having married a nerd. I’d have it no other way. You can take your March Madness, April Absurdity, May Mania, etc. As long as I can find a book to read near him or a knitting project to work on while the Scrabble game takes place, I’m not excluded in any way from being a part of what he’s “into.”
I love you, my non-sports-follower husband. Let’s let our madness run through the entire year.
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