The Sports “Fan” at Post-Season Time

10 Oct

Although my husband will attest to being an American male, he does not enjoy the traditional American male hobby of watching sports. “I prefer participating,” he says. I have to give him credit for that, although I’m sure if “Monday Night Fencing” was popular in this country, he’d be the first to grab a big bowl of chips and plant himself on the couch to watch it.

I, on the other hand, do enjoy watching baseball, football, and hockey. Even though I now live in Massachusetts, I’m a Chicago fan at heart. The Patriots? Please. Do I have to remind you of the 46-10 routing my Chicago Bears gave them at Super Bowl XX? [note: the next Super Bowl will be number XLVII. The Bears have won precisely zero Super Bowls since then, while the Patriots have won three. It doesn’t matter though – the Patriots will never have as great a team as the 1985 Bears. Even ESPN says so!]

The Bruins? Well, my love of friendly wagers taught me never to bet against the Blackhawks again. Not that I minded the Blackhawks winning, but I learned a valuable lesson during this year’s Stanley Cup.

The Red Sox? I don’t believe in the American League. Period. Oh, Fenway’s cool, sure, but it’s still home to an inferior team. Yep, you’ve guessed it — I’m a Cubs fan. I do accept pity and condolences.

The Boy hails from Michigan, so by default he’s a Lions, Tigers, and (sadly) a Red Wings fan. He probably would take offense to me calling it “default,” and spit out a bunch of statistics that prove his loyalty. I know better.

Even though I am a sports fan, because the Boy isn’t into sports watching (and I have no office pool to bet in), I don’t pay as much attention to sports as I used to. I do watch when we’re at a bar, and if I’m working out on the elliptical or treadmill, I’ll put on ESPN or NESN, but I don’t pay as close attention to results, standings and playoffs as I used to. This year though, we kind of have to since the Red Sox are doing well in the playoffs (note: We also can’t call them the “Sox,” because the Sox are the Sox. We actually saw a Red Sox vs. Sox game this summer. Red Sox won. This North Sider thought that was OK). That news is pretty much everywhere. I’ve tried to engage the Boy in some kind of baseball talk–his team is in it too, and it’s all on the line for them tonight–but because of his fair-weatherness, I get to toy with him and have conversations like this.

Me: So if it’s the Red Sox vs. the Tigers in the playoffs, who are you routing for?

The Boy: The Tigers!

Me: You know who I’m routing for? <beat> The Cubs. Just wait ’till next year, baby!

The Boy: <shakes head> Indeed.

Hey, at least I don’t force him to become a sports widower.

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