Confessions
of a Sport Fanatic's Wife
By Leilani Grossbauer
aaaa nyone
that has been to a tailgating party before the Big Game knows that
the food is just as important as (if not more than) the sporting event
itself. This comes as a great relief to me, in that I am married to
a full-fledged Sports Fanatic. Don't get me wrong, I'll cheer for
the home team as loud as the next guy… or gal, but a first down
and a something-or-other pass has less meaning to me than knowing
the difference between a Philly Cheese Steak with onions and sauce
only the way a native Eagles' fan can make it, and a rib-eye on a
bun toasted at Camden yards. Let's face it, I may be alone in boldly
stating my ignorance about sports… but I am sure I am not the
only one who feels this way. This can cause a strain on marriages
such as mine unless you stop and tackle the issue head-on. |
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z | aaaaI love my husband dearly, but little did I realize that when I said "I do," I also pledged allegiance to observing The Four Seasons of the year. Seasons formerly know as Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall have been replaced on our family calendar with: Hockey, Basketball, Baseball/Racing, and Football (which also runs into Hockey, Basketball and Baseball/Racing if you count the Pro-bowl and draft picks). So what's a girl to do? Deciding to take the sage advice rendered from that catchy Broadway tune, I've chosen to "always |
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look
on the bright side of life." And what a better way to create
a more harmonious union than to embrace the common denominator:
food.
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