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.
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I can’t dislike any post that mentions the Tigers.
I thought of you in particular when I included them. Glad you noticed.
Haha. I always tease my friend Lindsey for doing the same thing to her husband. She acted like she was into hunting and went turkey hunting 1 time, yes she shot a turkey…but she came home with 2 turkeys that. They have been together every since and she has never turkey hunted again!
To be fair, he seemed into hanging out at Second Cup. Now…not so much. Looks like I’m not the only one good at the old Bait and Switch!