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I almost never get to watch our favorite team play in real time, particularly not their current games within the AAConference. I usually do begin watching the games as scheduled, but soon wind up taping most of the remainder. Here’s why:
My wife is someone who the most charitable among you would label an intellectual, and the rest of you would, with considerable justification, call an intellectual snob. For most of her adult life, she has had her nose buried in a book, a pursuit that my own commercial success made possible for her, though that is beside the point. (I can write stuff like this here with impunity, because there’s less-than-zero chance that she’d ever “lower herself” to an activity like the perusal of this site, irrespective of how terrific I think it is.)
Over the several (emphasis on several) decades of our marriage, she has “indulged” my passion for sports in general, and for UConn Women’s Basketball in particular, with a certain eye-rolling weariness and a clear sense of resignation. But, to her eternal credit, she clearly loves me and makes a show (however insincere) of sharing time with me while I pursue my own passions. The unvarnished truth is that in addition to reading, she has a deeply abiding interest in handicrafts, particularly knitting, needlepoint, crocheting, and quilting. She finds that she cannot simultaneously pursue those activities and turn the pages of a book, which she most assuredly would if she could. So, needles and threads in hand, she will usually make a great show of sitting with me to “watch” Breanna & Co. play. A few minutes into these games, however, with the score typically around 36-6, I dare not avert my eyes from the screen, and need not do so because I can “feel” her eyeballs boring into the side of my head and can “hear” her interrogating tone, “Why are you watching this *%#! when we could be watching something worthwhile on Channel 14?” I know you’re wondering at this point what drew me to this woman in the first place, but, in my defense, she was unbelievably hot, and, when I overheard her talking about things like PBS Specials with her friends, I naively assumed she was referring to pre-baseball season programming dedicated to analyzing upcoming campaigns in the American League East!
So, last night, for example, I purposely neglected to “share” with her the fact that in a conference where UConn’s typical margin of victory was 40-50 points, the team they were playing was 1-11, soon to be 1-12. Feeling the inevitable heat, as usual, I very early on pressed the little red RECORD button on the remote and, yes, switched over to channel 14. Being an early riser, I just finished watching the remainder of the game….solo. Thought Courtney acquitted herself nicely…which is the only observation I wanted to share in the first place! Anyone agree?
My wife is someone who the most charitable among you would label an intellectual, and the rest of you would, with considerable justification, call an intellectual snob. For most of her adult life, she has had her nose buried in a book, a pursuit that my own commercial success made possible for her, though that is beside the point. (I can write stuff like this here with impunity, because there’s less-than-zero chance that she’d ever “lower herself” to an activity like the perusal of this site, irrespective of how terrific I think it is.)
Over the several (emphasis on several) decades of our marriage, she has “indulged” my passion for sports in general, and for UConn Women’s Basketball in particular, with a certain eye-rolling weariness and a clear sense of resignation. But, to her eternal credit, she clearly loves me and makes a show (however insincere) of sharing time with me while I pursue my own passions. The unvarnished truth is that in addition to reading, she has a deeply abiding interest in handicrafts, particularly knitting, needlepoint, crocheting, and quilting. She finds that she cannot simultaneously pursue those activities and turn the pages of a book, which she most assuredly would if she could. So, needles and threads in hand, she will usually make a great show of sitting with me to “watch” Breanna & Co. play. A few minutes into these games, however, with the score typically around 36-6, I dare not avert my eyes from the screen, and need not do so because I can “feel” her eyeballs boring into the side of my head and can “hear” her interrogating tone, “Why are you watching this *%#! when we could be watching something worthwhile on Channel 14?” I know you’re wondering at this point what drew me to this woman in the first place, but, in my defense, she was unbelievably hot, and, when I overheard her talking about things like PBS Specials with her friends, I naively assumed she was referring to pre-baseball season programming dedicated to analyzing upcoming campaigns in the American League East!
So, last night, for example, I purposely neglected to “share” with her the fact that in a conference where UConn’s typical margin of victory was 40-50 points, the team they were playing was 1-11, soon to be 1-12. Feeling the inevitable heat, as usual, I very early on pressed the little red RECORD button on the remote and, yes, switched over to channel 14. Being an early riser, I just finished watching the remainder of the game….solo. Thought Courtney acquitted herself nicely…which is the only observation I wanted to share in the first place! Anyone agree?
