With my little girl finally in bed asleep, I grabbed my diet drink, sat down on the couch, and let all of the stresses of the day leave my mind. The Jazz / Rockets game 5 had just tipped off and I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the evening watching the game. As the seven minute mark of the first quarter passed, my wife asked me if I wanted to American Idol. I gave her a quick smile, naturally assuming that she was joking. One look at her face, however, told me that she wasn’t. With all the kindness I could muster after a long day, I calmly explained the importance of the game to my sweet eternal companion. With the same sweetness, Julie uttered the words I hoped I would never hear, “My life has become a sports hell.” Ouch!
To be fair, I couldn’t have asked to have a wife who enjoys sports as much as she does. This was one of the qualities that drew me to her. Back in our carefree dating days, we even traveled to Boston to see the Red Sox play. Through nearly every triumphant win and painful loss during the last four years, Julie has been by my side. So I ask, what has happened to my one time sports companion? I can’t help but feel that I might be responsible in some small way.
Maybe not everyone enjoys the 12 month sports season. College football kicks off in September and runs to the first week of January (or however long the BCS is dragging the season on these days). NCAA basketball tips in November and runs through March. This is just in time to pick up on the NBA playoffs beginning in April and running to June. Don’t forget that baseball opens in April and carries us through until October. Yep, 12 months of enjoyment . . . or hell according to some.
Maybe it’s that fact that Sports Center and ESPN News play constantly when I am at home on Saturdays and Sundays.
Maybe it’s the fact that Julie can’t sleep at 3:00 am when I am downstairs breaking down game film from an especially painful loss.
Maybe it’s the fact that we had to postpone Caitlyn’s baby blessing because BYU football was playing in San Diego on the first weekend of December.
Maybe it’s the fact that on some nights I tell Manny Ramirez that I love him, before I tell Julie that I love her.
Maybe I am somewhat to blame, but to call her life a “sports hell” was a low blow. I better trade her Red Sox shirts for mom jeans and buy her a minivan because my days of having a “cool” wife are over. She fooled me and I bought it hook, line, and sinker. How long before she asks me when the basketball games kicks-off or how many points do the Red Sox have.
BTW- I love you Julie!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
SPORTS HELL
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You're a cruel person Mike Richards, cruel person. I was just kidding about the sports hell, and I think I actully called it a nightmare but that's OK. I love you and your love of sports, I just don't like reliving all the losses over and over again like you do for some unexplainable reason. Thanks for the nice words at the end!!
Oh yeah, to be fair and tell the whole story, I told you from the begnining that I didn't like the Jazz and the fact that I watched any part of it was good for me. And I don't like watching people lose and it was clear that they were going to lose!!
to your wifes defense, that game did suck and even I (who love the jazz more than any sports team)turned it off. I get in a foul mood if I watch the jazz play like crap and lose and Paige does not like me then. So I have learned to turn off the bad games and keep my wife happy
LoL....Michael! Wow I am at a loss for words. Well since the gloves are off. I am going to share my tale of "SPORTS HELL".
Okay.... where to start? Hear goes...Once upon a time on a lovely spring day...JK. It was on this same infamous Monday evening that my tale takes place as well. Except I don't think that I will sugar coat it.
That day I had been at my sisters house, it was getting to be evening and dinner time. So she invited us to stay for dinner, knowing full well that there was a Jazz game that night. So we decided to stay. I didn't call Bryan to come join us because I already knew the answer to that question.
Well Gabe and Ben wanted to know if I could call him and ask him to have dinner with us. So totaly humoring my children and going aginst my first instinct, I decided to give him the benifit of the doubt. Wrong thing to do! And the phone call ended up with a hang up.
Now to my defence this phone call took place 2 hrs prior to tip off and my sis only lives 8 min away.
I have been to many pre-game meals with Richards men... and that is a sight to behold. I have never seen people eat so fast in my entire life. So I know it is possible to eat and still make tip off.
Well hear is the moral to my sad tale..... In the car on the way home my sweet little Ben said " Mom the Jazz is more important to Daddy than we are. Ouch! What do you say to that?
Well all is well in the B.C. Richards houshold now. We have an understanding... I'm a Laker Fan now. Out of spite? Totaly! The Jazz has now lost thier last two games. Karma?...I like to think so.
Hell has no fruy like a MOTHER SCORNED!
P.S. I still think Julie is cool.
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