I love sports. I played basketball and volleyball in school, continue to workout and CrossFit as an adult, and love spending lazy weekend afternoons watching the game (any game, it doesn’t matter – I’ve even taken to watching the World Cup, though I know nothing about soccer). Without hesitation, my favorite sport is football. On Sunday afternoons in the fall, I turn on Fox at 1 p.m. for the Detroit Lions’s game, then watch whatever games are on for the rest of the day. I love sports.
My husband* couldn’t care less. In fact, after the Super Bowl this year, he looked at me with a twinkle in his eye and said, “Does this mean I don’t have to watch anymore football until the fall?” His excitement died quickly. I turned on the Red Wings’s hockey game, then the Tigers started playing and he realized the awful truth: sports never end. He will occasionally sit in the living room with me to work while the game is on, but he can only handle so many hits, passes, and saves before he opts for a more appropriate work environment (i.e. the TV-free bedroom). There he can quietly work on his part-time business, KingdomBricks, a LEGO-selling site where you can buy bricks and plates one piece at a time. That’s right: I watch football, he sorts LEGOs.
I’m not completely alone, though. My aunt** moved in with us 18 months ago, and her passions include Super Mario, knitting hats, soap operas, and sports. She’ll watch most Detroit teams, but her heart belongs to the Tigers. I work from home and my office is in the living room, so she often watches the games in her bedroom while I write. I don’t have to worry about missing anything, though. I can tell by her cheering or yelling whether or not the Tigers are winning.
All of this backstory to say: until there’s a LEGO sports team, we may not watch much TV together as a family. Until that time, there’s the possibility that in a weird, alternate reality there’s a little boy with a bit of my husband’s DNA and a bit of my aunt’s DNA who plays with these toys:
*To learn more about my atypical husband, check out his website at www.yooperstewart.com. Yooper Stewart: a little bit red neck, a little bit Martha Stewart.
**To see what life is like with my aunt, a wonderful, caring, mentally-handicapped woman, follow her blog, Life with Linda.