Sports fan-nettes

Guys who think that "Women don't dig sports," really need to get out more.

Some of my Female colleagues here at work -- Grandmothers some of them -- know the latest football stats as well as any of the guys.

As for me, I am a guy who really doesn't care much about sports. I blame it on the childhood trauma of being small for my grade level, and quite uncoordinated, and never very good at suppressing the natural instinct to avoid a small, hard object heading my direction at a dangerous speed.

I also fail to see the attraction, as a man, of ogling beefy, sweaty, grown men playing children's games on some field or court while inebriated know-it-alls scream commands and/or curses at them from the stands. I am not attracted to guys and I really am not interested in watching them do much of anything, especially when, as noted above, they are dripping sweat and fighting over a ball.

But I have been going with my Beloved and Her sports fanatic father to a few basketball games this year, especially as "our" team seems headed for some high level glory.

Which brings me to this fascinating conundrum:

She wants to go to the game tonight. I am tired. I do not wish to go.

She certainly has every right to go without me. I am happy that She is having such fun.

It is just that in fourteen years of marriage, this has never happened before.