And the pitch ... snore ...

My husband loves sports.  He loves playing sports and he loves watching sports.

And he loves watching sports highlights ... something I just don't get.

I try to get it.  I've tried really hard to watch and be interested and come up with some kind of thoughtful response when he excitedly tells me about some guy on some team doing something he shouldn't have, or, a guy on some team doing something something totally fantastic in some game that's potentially going to change the outcome of the season for that particular sport.

I try.  Because I care.  Not about the sports.  I care about my husband.   And I feel it's important to embrace the things he's passionate about.

But usually all I can come up with is "oh yeah ... hmmmmmm ... cool."

Because, the truth is, I just don't get it.

I like watching football - and no, it's not all about the tight pants, but admittedly, that helps - I actually find the game of football exciting and entertaining.  But I sincerely do not enjoy watching other sports.


Especially baseball.

Seriously.

I do NOT like watching baseball.

And baseball highlights kill me.  How many adjectives can there possibly be to describe catching a ball?  Or hitting a ball?  Or throwing a ball?  Really, truly, how many?

Baseball highlights suck the life out of me.  Kinda like Harry Potter when the Dementors got to him on the train to Hogwarts.

So on Saturday we were sitting in the living room as a family after being out at various places all day and we were just taking a moment to chill and relax before getting dinner and Curtis was watching sports highlights.  Mostly baseball.  The kids and I were just kinda sitting in silence ... watching ...

There was a guy being interviewed about something or other and Curtis said, "hey, do you know what's totally painful?"  (It was obvious to me he was about to comment on the interview that was currently droning away on the TV.)

And Jackie Chan - without missing a beat - said "Yeah, sports highlights."

Fantastic.

Out of the mouths of babes ...

(PS - I must take a moment to apologize to my husband for my terrible attitude on Sunday regarding his desire to watch football - namely the Patriots.  They were playing on Sunday and the game was on TV and apparently this was a really big deal because Patriots games are not shown often on Canadian TV ... at least on the channels we have.  I was a big jerk and made a fuss about him watching football.  He is a GREAT Dad and a GREAT husband who rarely zones out to watch sports when there are children to play with and/or a wife to spend time with.  I'm very fortunate that way. So ... early Christmas present ... we're going to order the Super Sport Pack with Rogers ...)