My wife, the sports genius...

My wife, like many women not interested in sports, has impeccable timing when it comes to watching sports on TV.

For some reason, during the key plays, big games or most dramatic moments she somehow wrestles the remote from me. I may need to get rid of the 3 remotes that control the TV functions, as this sometimes creates a TV flipping from the couch war, another blog another time. Anyway, take for instance the 2004 ALCS, Game 7 between the Yankees and Red Sox.

Now, for starters, I don't like baseball. Sorry, but it's a lazy man's sport. Arguably the greatest player, Babe Ruth, was not the best physical specimen of all time. Anycrap, again, another blog for another time. My wife comes in on this game during the bottom of the 9th inning. After 2 outs, she decides to change the channel telling me that the game is over. The score was 10-3 at the time, and in her mind she's thinking, "He doesn't even like baseball and the BOS are killing the NYY guys, who cares."

Actually, I'm thinking, "I wonder how they can blow this one, this is going to be another Buckner moment!" We all love a train wreck, so I was glued to the TV. After Megan changed the channel my mouth just dropped.

I remember the conversation going something like this:

Me: "What are you doing, there's only one more out!"

Her: "Exactly, the games done!"

Me: Throwing my shoe at her, "It's game 7, change it back!"

Her: "Who throws their shoe, honestly?!"

Needless to say, I'm sure many sports fans that are happily married have similar stories like this and we're going to continue explaining the little intricacies of sports to our loved ones until they just learn to watch out when we're watching sports with our shoes on, get another TV or pretend to take an interest in these games.