I dislike sports. Well, I need to be more specific. I dislike professional team sports. I dislike how much players arer paid when they do well. I really dislike how much players are paid when they don't do well. I dislike how much attention they get from the media, advertisers, and fans. I dilike how much time people spend sitting on a couch and wathcing television when the games are on. I dislike how a person's mood and emotional state can be wrapped up in the fate of their favorite team. I dislike how a person can ignore the world when a game is on. I dislike how sports people can't understand how other people can be not-sports people.
How did I not get that this would be an issue when I married my husband? He's a sports person. I'm obviously not. I knew he was a sports person, but not being around sports people, I had no idea what that would mean for our lives. Sigh.
For richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part, and through Detroit victories and defeats...was that in there?
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