A Woman's Weekly

You know, I get the camaraderie that’s an integral part of belonging to a team. I played some Team Sport myself when I was growing up although I never made it to the more glamorous Track & Field events on Sports Day.

What I don’t get with The Boys is how they can have a full day of stress and sweat at work only to come home and stay up to catch the 4am UEFA Champions League, and then get up to send the Kids to school at 6:30am, and then go on to leave for work by 8am. And when they come home again in the evening, if there’s a match, they’ll do it all over again.

Such dedication to a team that is playing thousands of miles away in a different time zone. If only they apply the same dedication to say, helping to bolt the Children’s picture frames to the wall.

But no, mere mundane chores hold no excitement for a man whose blood is Red. In fact, the birth of his second child was somewhat overshadowed by the 22 men running after a ball watched on TV in the maternity ward during the World Cup of 2002. Alas, his Baby is a Girl. Otherwise, he would’ve named the child after one of the 22 men. (The Mommy on the next bed at the maternity ward did!) Such is the plight of a woman married to a Sport.

And yet I find myself joining the Man to catch the graveyard hour match and cheering the 4-nil victory. We even wore matching t-shirts bearing the logo of his our favorite team to an event at Church. Next to the Baby on Board bumper sticker of our car, is the famously known Red & White logo. Yes, such is the plight of a woman married to a Sport.

Would I have preferred it any other way? I guess not. In the meantime, I need to tell the BFF that for us, chilling at her place tonight involves causing ruckus in front of her tv at The Reds vs the Red Devils game. Bring it on!

We can dream...