Bearded husband says I pulled a bit of a bait-and-switch on him. He claims that when we were dating, I was sporty… and into sports…. and liked sports and stuff. He’s deluded. WE WERE DATING.
Ok, ok, I admit I was more into that stuff 15 years ago. But we clearly remember the past differently.
Him: You used to play baseball with me.
Me: I let you practice pitching with me as back catcher. It hurt. A lot.
Him: Remember how you used to play badminton?
Me: In the backyard with lots of lemonade breaks.
Him: Well, we played squash together.
Me: We were dating.
Him: You played beach volleyball for a while.
Me: Until I went home in tears, remember that part?
Him: Alright, but we would go for runs together, remember?
Me: I had a wedding dress to fit into.
Truthfully, I actually do enjoy sports, but not enough. I like to play for fun. FUN. Don’t count on me to get the winning goal or the impossible save. The only good game is one where I get to laugh. A lot. Mostly at myself.
I chat when I exercise, it’s how I know I haven’t pushed myself too hard. In between at-bats is the perfect time to catch up on the latest news. Right after the serve is a great opportunity to tell my teammate I like her shoes. Waiting for a pitch is when I do my best meal-planning. This is who I am. This is who he married.
If anything I have gotten better with sports. Now, when I go to watch a game, I bring along really good snacks and sometimes even a chair, not just a blanket. Oh, and I also bring four small spectators with me. Let’s just take a moment to acknowledge the effort that takes.
Sometimes I even pretend to follow along when SportsCentre is on. And not just the Top 10 stuff, the real clips and commentaries. And for each professional sport, I memorize one or two players’ names so I can act like I know what’s going on. Kirk Gibson still plays for the Tigers, right?
Maybe he’s right, though. Maybe I did pull a bait-and-switch. I baited him with a mediocre sports enthusiast and switched into the Spectator Extraordinaire. That guy always wins.