While watching the last game in the playoff between the Rangers and the Yankees... just before they officially headed to the World Series, my husband decided to let me know exactly what was going on.
Because, uh, I have no idea?
Because, uh, I've never been to a baseball game?
Because I DIDN'T HAVE A COUSIN IN THE MAJOR LEAGUES, WHOSE GAMES I NEVER MISSED????
Come on.
But anyway, Rick explained continuously what all the signals meant, what the coach was thinking, saying, doing... why the bullpen was warming up... yadda, yadda, yadda. Part of me kept waiting for him to tell me the lyrics to "Take Me Out To The Ballgame."
And somewhere in the 5th inning I'd had enough. And I begged for mercy.
"Please tell me that you REMEMBER that I know baseball! Please tell me that you REMEMBER that my father was a baseball scout!!"
And since he continued hoisting his expertise on me... I challenged him. With a sport that I thought he knew nothing about.
I told him that since I ALREADY KNOW EVERYTHING THERE IS TO KNOW about baseball... could he please tell me about... oh, say, ice skating? Could he name all the jumps?
"Sure," he smirked. "There's the 'loop' and the 'double loop' and the 'triple loop'... and the 'edge'."
"The 'edge'?"
"Yes. The dangerous edge. The jump where they land on their edge and bounce out of the rink."
I would've laughed if he hadn't been dead serious.
:)
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