Thursday, March 12, 2009
I have the greatest wife in the history of the cosmos.
I am a true fair weather fan of the Utah Jazz. If they have a losing record than they can count me out. But when they are doing well, I am such a great fan. If I'm not at the game (I live 5 blocks away and nosebleeds are around $6) I am watching the game on the tube. My wife, who couldn't care less about most organized sports, especially an NBA team from a town she's not even from, lets me watch with no guilt and usually makes me dinner as I sit and cheer for the Brewdog and the Money Man. On a side note : She is psuedo-obsessed with the Jazz Dancers. We saw some at Chili's and Alison couldn't stop staring.
I'm a lucky man.
I often think, if the situation were reversed, I would come home day after day from an office job that I sometimes didn't like and find Alison lying on the couch watching a program on "stitching" or "different types of fabrics for home crafts." Although I more than appreciate her craftiness and skills, I would, because I am dramatic, fall on the floor and act like I died from the boringness of the program.
I have a wife who lets me be a boy.
Also, here is a link to another Eric who likes the Utah Jazz. Take a look. I also attended my first Jazz game as a boy scout. Eric and I have some things in common. Eric and Eric... Sounds nice.