Fever Pitch

It was years before I discovered why we got married in February.

When planning our wedding, hubby-to-be didn’t care to have much input. But, he said, “I want to choose the date.” Okay, I thought. Not a big deal.

When he chose February 19, I remember thinking it was kind of an odd choice, but okay.

Years later, I’m not sure how or why it came up, but the truth came out.

My husband is a huge sports fan. I knew this going in. It’s okay. I come from a family of sports fans. He is pretty much interested in all sports, but baseball and football are his passion. Turns out there is a very small window in any given year where no football or baseball are played. (This year there were only twelve days from the super bowl to the start of spring training.) Guess what date falls in that small window.

When I realized this, my response, of course, was, “So, you didn’t want our anniversary to interfere with any of your sports?”

“No, baby,” he said in his always hilarious style. “I didn’t want sports to ever interfere with our anniversary.”

How could I be mad? I actually admired his ingenuity, which, by the way is still working 25 years later. We returned three days ago from our celebratory cruise, which “just happened” to coincide with opening day of spring training.

Play ball.