In my mind, when I fell in love with a guy who loves
sports, I never really thought about the implications and side effects. In my
mind, I saw our perfect family spending long weekends and evenings together.
Our house would be clean and our garden would be pristine. Our children would
help us pick up and always be on their best behavior. We would always sit down
to eat meals together. We would be like a spread in one of those magazines. What
was I thinking! I guess I’ll blame it on blind love. What I imagined was my
fantasy life.
In reality, during the Season, my house is clean about
half the time (and that is being generous!). I rarely see my husband on Monday
or Friday evenings and the other 3 weekdays he arrives home late from yet
another practice that ran long. Saturday and Sunday we plan to pick up and
clean the house, but after we get done chasing the future running back and his
two cheerleaders around, we are too tired to clean up the 3-kid tornado storm
that went through. We eat about two meals together a week and usually only one
of them is frozen pizza or chicken nuggets! As far as the magazine spread goes…
maybe we could pose for the “before” picture…
| Coach and T at the baseball game |
So although Coach is probably gone long enough just for
football games and practices, and puts in extra hours at home beyond what he
does at the field, I think these fantasy leagues are important. He gets to
build camaraderie with his fellow sports-enthusiast friends and coaches and
escape our crazy life for a few minutes. Probably, if I put the kibosh on the
fantasy game-playing, Coach would go crazy himself. Everyone needs an outlet,
right? So next time he mentions having to “check on his league” or says, “I
have to watch the Redskins game because I have four of their guys on my team”,
I’ll just try to keep my snide remarks to myself and roll my eyes AFTER I turn
around.
