After two seasons of watching Royals baseball, I feel like I’ve come home to baseball. I grew up loving baseball and the *whisper….National League Cincinnatti Reds. I wish I could watch a game with my dad one more time…he taught me well and I soaked in the passion from him.
Baseball fans, like other sports fans, love their respective teams….the reason you adopt one team is personal…perhaps your alma mater or the region/city you live in. baseball fans fall in love with the players. It just happens after spending night after night with them…seeing them lose, seeing them win, seeing them play their game or watching the joy of a win. The interviews…oh the interviews…seeing their personalities come out!
I sat on the bed in a hotel room last night and watched the Kansas City Royals suck the life out of the Toronto Blue Jays. I grinned like an idiot watching the after celebration on the field.
He has become a baseball fan after watching the Royals play. He may be even more dedicated to them than me. He watched the joy and the pain all season even when I had to leave the room. I love his passion for the game. I wish my dad could be here with us….I think he would be able to root an American League team ❤️
Until next time….
I have my night owl habit on again. Of late, I’ve been staying up after he goes to bed to watch my “more girlie” movies and TV shows. It could be because I need the relaxation and a little shot of (we’ll call it) estrogen after watching Royals baseball every night…I need calm or I wouldn’t be able to go to sleep.
You know – right now – it could be the calm that comes from Housewives of Orange County! Which leads me on a recurring rant tangent. If I watch it while he is in the room, he comments: is that what you watch it for – the arguing? When I watch my soaps he roles his eyes. I’m not sure how it is different than his watching Nature shows – in my shows, usually one housewife doesn’t actually eat another one although if you are just listening to it rather than watching it that might not be apparent. He frequently falls asleep watching some of his shows – you know – the soft spoken narrated documentaries or %#$@^& golf. Seriously. Being retired together, it seems all of this is getting better. He’s becoming more accepting of the fact that we DO NOT LIKE THE SAME THINGS ON TV.
That’s not to say he is a tyrant. We have taken to watching some netflix shows together – binge watching. BBC series have become a binge habit with us. Last Tango in Halifax is one of them. Last night I was googling British TV comedies because I couldn’t remember the name of the show we watched together in the ’90s. One Foot in the Grave.
It is not streamed anywhere so I went to Amazon to buy the whole series on DVD. Way too much $$$ – well probably not too much but I couldn’t justify spending the money on it. I have an aversion to buying movies on CD…because generally I never watch a movie more than once – with the exception of “Same Time Next Year”. To my delight, I found One Foot in the Grave on You Tube. I stayed up giggling and laughing out loud watching two episodes. This morning, we watched two episodes together. Victor and Margaret had chemistry like no other. Like my friend, Brian Marshall says when he gets excited about things…It’s the best.
Until next time….