It only took seven years of dating and ten years of marriage, but a good dose of understanding has finally taken root in my heart for the other love of my husband's life: college football.
Jack has gained significant perspective. He now realizes that when his team wins the national championship (which, strangely, has happened to him three times within just a few years), no one knocks on his door and gives him a trophy. In fact, nothing really changes. Because it's just a game. That doesn't mean that this Saturday won't feel like Christmas morning to him, but still, he knows it's just a game. (See: entertainment mantra).
I have gained significant understanding. He really likes it and I really like him, so I'm learning to speak his language. There's no Rosetta Stone for tight end stats or defensive plays, but I'm learning and tweeting and drafting and trying my best to keep my game face on.
I'll never forget sitting at a wedding reception several years ago and chatting with a newly-engaged couple. Our grinning and completely enamored friend could hardly look anywhere apart from his fiance's face as he told us about how his girlfriend and now soon-to-be-wife had memorized the roster and stats of every single basket ball player for the University of North Carolina for the season. And she surprised him. One day, she just broke out with something like, "So do you think Leslie McDonald will be able to come back from his torn meniscus or do you think Tyler Zeller will have to carry the team this year?" Something like that. I thought it was genius.
Genius and very, very loving.
So that's why I sat at my computer last night and drafted players for my first ever fantasy football team. That's why I'm tweeting sports stuff (although it's surprisingly hilarious fun). And that's why I'm taking to purple and gold more frequently than my co-Auburn alums understand.
I, the #sportswife, took him, the #sportshusband to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for soccer or for football, in injury and in health, in losing and in winning, to love and to cherish; from that day forward until death- or life's fourth and goal- do us part.