With the NBA Finals over (Yeah Celtics!), the Stanley Cup won, March
Madness completed and the race for the Triple Crown decided, we can
finally relax because the demon (a.k.a. the Super Sports Freak) has
subsided…at least for now. Summer is upon us and the only sport we need
to worry about is baseball and no one really cares about the outcome of
these games until Labor Day. Well, except my husband…and millions of
other men around the world.
I had no idea what I was getting into when I married a sports fanatic.
When we were dating it didn’t really seem important. Then when we moved
in together, I realized that if I wanted to spend any quality time with
The Man, I better get interested in the game. Any game. I initially
picked basketball because it seemed to have the least amount of rules
and was over quickly. Of course, my skill at retaining useless
knowledge and obnoxious competitive streak soon had me winning the office pool for March Madness and
using my husband’s vast love for the game to help me pick the right
players for my Fantasy Basketball Team, which I also won. The men in
the pool, i.e. everyone else, were not amused.
