steadfastmomhas
been posting a challenge, to say something that she's thankful for her
husband about every day for thirty days. This challenge is open for
participation, so please feel free to join in. I'm finding that it's a
wonderful and refreshing exercise in thinking positively about someone
I love.
Day Four
My husband is patient with me. Just a 'for instance'; he showed me how much he was last night. I'm a football fan, having been raised by two avid Colts fans, and my husband was impressed when he met me that I understood the game, and, for many years, we've enjoyed football Sunday afternoons together. The last couple of years, he has started watching hockey and baseball, neither of which interested me in the least and I would read a book and ignore the game if in the same room, which, to be brutally honest, I avoided. This year, though, I decided to make an attempt to share his interest and at least try to watch, even though I know nothing about the rules. I picked a good year. Our home team, the Tampa Bay Rays are having a re-birth, and a very good year. (Some say that the name change in the off-season from the Devil Rays to just the Rays, losing the 'devil', so to speak, is the reason for their success. Coincidence? Who knows...) Last night, they played the Red Sox and beat them, but, for some reason, I kept hounding him with more questions than usual, and stupid ones, like "Why did they allow that?, What did the umpire just call? Why does that pitcher spit so much? I wonder if he spits so much when he's in his driveway at home..." It must have been much like watching a baseball game with a child, yet still he patiently explained everything to me and somethings more than once or twice. I learned a Grand Slam is not sausage, eggs and home fries!
LOL! Love that. It's sweet! P.S. Anybody who beats the Red Sox has my blessing. When you beat me (D-backs) it wasn't quite so nice! LOL!
*hugs*
Thank you so much for the support!
And I know that as time goes on stuff that happened to camp will become clearer and actually have meaning. Until them I'll just float on... And I think its great that you try to understand the sports your husband watches. My dad will just complain to my mum about something that happened in a game and she'll have no clue, and instead of acting interested she'll make fun of him.haha.
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LOL! Love that. It's sweet!
P.S. Anybody who beats the Red Sox has my blessing. When you beat me (D-backs) it wasn't quite so nice! LOL!