It’s Just a Game. . .

I think this will be my mantra through the baseball season to Chandler. I am a football kind of girl. I understand the game, I have my team, know the players and take it to another level by participating in two fantasy football leagues. My love for the sport was nurtured by my dad and cursed by my mom.

The guys I have dated in the past were all about football, sure we would hit the bar to watch some March Madness or the playoffs for baseball but there was a consensus that football was the sport that we all focused on. For a few years it seemed like my weekends were spent in sports bars with friends and Jorge with little other activities planned.

Then Chandler came into the picture. Sure, I like going to baseball games but to sit and watch on television? Not likely. I think it all goes back to being at Granny and Popa’s house while my aunt nodded off and on while watching the Braves play. But you could never change the channel even if the whole room was napping because it was baseball! The Braves!

I think my only pro game was incidentally a Braves game, shortly after the lockout that baseball dealt with many years ago. I think I paid three bucks for that game. Also, I have the attention span of a gnat, so baseball, with its never ending innings and slow pace, well I can’t focus for that long.

But Chandler is a Cubs fan. . . and I will wait while some in the know share their “I’m sorrys.” That seems to be the response I hear most when I say he is a Cubbie. But to be the supportive girlfriend I said sure, I will watch some games, I will learn the ins and outs of this game and since I really don’t have a team (unless you count the Yankees and really, I picked them because of their location, not their record) I will pull for the Cubbies.

Small problem though, while it is just a game, apparently I have to be schooled about the rules, the setup and even the players for the Cubs. When I asked if I could wear one of his jerseys he looked at me like I had just asked for all of his money and whatever else I could pilfer from him. Then he stunned me with a one word answer. . . NO!

Seriously? So then I say something to the effect of maybe he should get me a t-shirt. Again with the NO! I am only allowed to wear Cubbie apparel when I can name players, position, records and oh yeah, I completely understand the game. I had an easier time getting my insurance license than this.

And when I say it is just a game (just like he told me during football season) he sighs, half closes his eyes, shakes his head and says NO. I have a feeling it is going to be a long season. . .


What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

2 thoughts on “It’s Just a Game. . .

  1. I suggest watching Fever Pitch. Being the wife of a CRAZY Red Sox fan, this movie has helped us both understand each other. Granted my DH lets me wear his red red sox hat because it ‘matches my outfit.’ Good luck earning your Cubs tshirt! I will say that Wrigley Field is a fun place to watch ball! 🙂

    1. I love that movie, I even pulled it out to watch last night. I get his love for the Cubs because I can get that way with the Steelers but. . .this is baseball. Oh dear! I have so much to learn! I cannot wait to hit up Wrigley just so I can people watch. 🙂

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