(I love our kids.)
It's amazing how one 4-day weekend can mean traveling, seeing the world, experiencing new things... and another can mean naptime. I've spent the last three days doing just that: napping.
Oh, I've made an appearance here and there. Lunch at the beach on Friday and, later that night, drinks with friends. Yesterday, I caught up with my mom and my sister. And today we went out to watch the Lakers game.
It was interesting to be in the middle of this huge crowd and all of us cheering for the same team. The Husband was born and raised in Minnesota which means he is a die-hard Vikings/Twins/Timberwolves fan. Usually it's him against the sports bar. And me? I'm a whichever-team-Tom-Brady-plays-for fan.
In southern California, this means we're the minority.
My feelings for the Lakers are a bit tricky to explain. I remember when Kobe joined the league. I was sixteen and thought he was so cute. And I fancied myself in love with a boy who passionately hated the Lakers, so, naturally, I had to watch so I could
Then there was the "rape scandal." Peeps, I don't think he raped her. Yes, I think he had sex with her and yes, I think that's disgusting. Needless to say, some of my former fan worship faded after that, but there's definitely an interest to see how he continues to perform. I've followed the team for years and I'm a local. I can't help it.
The only reason The Husband was cheering for the Lakers is because he wants to see them play the Celtics, and lose, in the finals. He's twisted.
The truth is, if I hadn't married a man who loved, first and foremost, sports, I'd never have a clue what games were taking place or who was playing. Oh, I'll sit and watch games with him and listen patiently as he rattles off stats in my ear... but I'll have my nose buried in a book and I probably can't tell you the final score.
Your turn. How do you feel about sports? Do you have a passing interest? A favorite team? Do you get crazy and paint your face and wear costumes? What about your spouse? I need to know.