It is six pm here in Plano, and I knew I wanted to get my blog posted before it got to late. I could not break my resolution to blog everyday, on the very first day. I am going to blog about my favorite subject to talk about, my husband.
My husband has had his tail superglued to the sofa with a football game all afternoon. My husband is a ball fanatic. Let me explain. He will watch anything that has a ball in play, no matter what the sport. This fascination with a ball started as a young boy in Philadelphia. He would go to a baseball game with his uncle and watch his team play. As he grew up, he became involved with basketball. He graduated from Wake Forest and was hooked on football. Then he proceeded to attend The University of Virginia and bought season tickets for the football stadium for twenty-five years. He also attend the ACC basketball tournament every year for over twenty-five years.
He gets into Hockey, and Lacrosse, golf. What ever happens to be on the television. Much to his disappointment I am not a sports fan. I prefer to read books, knit, write, cook, anything but watching sports. He can start at ten o’clock in the morning and keep watching until the last game goes off the air. I think this makes me a sports widow or is it a ball widow?
I use to fuss at him, now I just go do my own thing and let him overdose all his wants. There is a chance his work will be transferring him to Virginia. His first words talking when telling me of the possible transfer where, “oh, if that happens I can get my season tickets back.”
Tonight he will break long enough from the bowl games to eat his black-eyed peas and sauerkraut and pork. We are a blended couple, one from the North and one from the south. That explains the mix of New Year tradition which quickly fits in between the ball games.
I hope everyone has a blessed 2011 and if there are any more ball widows, or men who would like to defend themselves, I would like to hear from you.