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Chicago Fri Feb 22 2013
My wife and I just celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary last week on Valentine's Day (no, I'm not that hopeless of a romantic. It was cheaper and it scored points with my in-laws so that they didn't have to make plans). And overall, we have been together for nearly six wonderful, glorious, fun-filled years, where I feel we have both learned so much, not just about our favorite music and foods, but about what makes us tick as individuals.
Early on in the relationship, my wife got an inside look at my love for the Blackhawks, Bulls, Cubs, Bears and, sadly, one of my favorite pastimes, fantasy sports. While dating, I would come over on Sundays and take over her front room by snagging her laptop to monitor football scores, while flipping between the Fox and CBS games.
Needless to say, she had the patience of a Saint while I marched my way through the playoffs to eventually capture my first ever fantasy sports championship. I had my good luck charm in her, and she got a nice dinner out of the winnings.
Eventually, as our relationship grew and blossomed, she grew a little less patient with my Sunday antics and asked if we could begin to split time with the television and perhaps give her some time with her laptop.
At first I was a little annoyed with the prospect of not watching football, especially the Bears, because she wanted to catch up on the DVR with episodes of Battestar Galactica. But I knew I was lucky enough to be with someone who, for some reason, found me to be attractive while not wearing a shirt.
The wedding went off without a hitch, I continued to play in more fantasy leagues, including a fantasy golf pool with some in-laws, and I continued to watch HBO Boxing on Saturday nights, followed up by a NASCAR race on Sunday mornings. That is, unless, my wife wanted to watch "The Real Housewives of [INSERT CITY HERE]."
I've learned that lounging in my recliner while watching a B1G basketball game on CBS doesn't have the same payoff unless I've put in a load of laundry and took the Swiffer(R) to the hardwood floor. And now that we have a beautiful baby daughter in our house, I am happy to step up the necessary duties to make sure this tiny human has enough food in her belly and zero crap in her diaper.
The good news for other sports fans looking to learn how to compromise with their mate is the invention of the smart phone. With the advent of Twitter and the ESPN ScoreCenter app, we are now able to run out for that half gallon of skim milk and US Weekly without missing a beat.
Your better half wants to catch up on the "Say Yes to the Dress" marathon on TLC? Give her your blessing and a kiss on the forehead, while you tune your MLB Gameday Audio and cheer on the Sox!
Sure, I might not watch every game I want in real time, but do I really need to? Not really. I mean sure, it would be nice to catch an awesome Patrick Kane goal live as it happens, but, as you just saw from clicking on that link, I can watch it over and over again via Youtube.
And hey, I don't know about you, but I have a wife who, after a glass of wine and with a gas fireplace set on medium-high, is zonked out on the couch at 8:30 p.m. Guess who gets to watch all of period three in tonight's Balckhawks - San Jose Sharks game? This guy!
So rest easy, fellas, and let your lady laugh along with the cast of "Bunheads" and their wacky antics, while you take out the recycling. A happy mate is worth, at the very least, a Bulls win over the Hornets.