i have so much to blog about! scratch that. i have nothing to blog about. at least when it comes to working on the house. i hung out with friends all week rather than doing the few tiny projects i had in mind. i briefly contemplated breaking up with said friends and becoming a total loser who only works on her house so i would have things to blog about -but then i quickly realized i already am a borderline loser and if i got rid of all my friends, i’d have no one to hang out with in bungalowhutch. so i succumbed to happy hours and nothing got done around the house. oops.
in other news. apparently it’s opening day. not exactly sure what that means, but i do know it has something to do with sports and why i’m sitting in breckenridge sans husband, with a cup of coffee getting ready to ski/blogging (ahhh the life…). allegedly, mr. hutch will be arriving after opening day. anywho, since i’m going to have to broaden the content of this blog, i thought i’d share with you the role “sports” play under bungalowhutch’s roof. this is actually recycled material – i wrote it for an old blog that died. so it can’t be good that i’m reusing it here, and you may have already read it. but
i want my husband to know how important opening day is to me by recognizing it on the blog i got nothing else.
“it’s never just a game” october 2011
- yes-mr hutch is that fan.
so i have time to write a blog. why? ’cause i thought i’d be heading to pick up my husband from the pats game (they are playing the broncos today) and then heading to church to catch our evening service. however, my phone hasn’t rang and i have that slight heart-sinking feeling that i get when i suspect what i fear most in sports: overtime. i check nfl.com and my intuition is right, the game is in overtime.
to be honest i’m not even sure how football overtime works. but i have a feeling we won’t be making it to the service tonight at church, and that i’m on my own for a while. leaving me time to write a blog, and what better subject than one i often ponder: the american male’s obsession with sports.
let’s look at mr.hutch’s day today as a case study:
we wake up …
H:”what time is it?”
H:”i gotta watch the game!”
(runs downstairs to settle into the couch just in time for the first pitch, meanwhile i leave the house for a bit come back to find mr. hutch hasn’t moved.)
H: “i’m starving! i haven’t eaten anything allll day.”
( first noting to myself he’s only been up for an hour or two and second how being so engulfed in the game often results in mr. hutch forgetting to do normal survival things like eating food and using the restroom)
B: “why don’t you eat something?”
(giving me a pathetic look that allows me to know exactly what he’s about to ask)
H: “can you get me something? i don’t want to miss any of the game…”
(i make mr. hutch some lunch and go about my day. an hour or so later mr.hutch runs up the stairs frantically)
H: “can you drop me off at the pats game, we gotta go now”
B: “OK – did the sox win?”
in the five minute card ride to the stadium (a perk of living in denver!) we listen to the baseball game. i notice mr. hutch is biting his nails, something he only does when he’s nervous about a sports game. apparently the sox were on the verge of blowing a huge lead which would result in them ending their season. the game isn’t over when we pull up to the stadium and boston’s fate hangs in the air as he piles out of the car…he’s already onto the next game: pats v. broncos.
- sports + mr. hutch = joy. that is unless they lose.
and so here i sit and wait for the call to go get him. knowing that when we get home we’ll bicker about the fact that he wants to watch sunday night football or the rockies playoff game. i’ll say you’ve been watching sports ALL day, he’ll say it’s a REALLy important game…
but that’s the thing. it’s always a really important game, and it’s NEVER just a game.
i grew up naive to this world of sports. we played sports as kids, but never competitively. thanksgiving dinners were never scheduled around football. superbowl sunday was just an excuse to hang out with the boys from the church youth group. i have never been to a bulls game despite the fact that they won the championship thingy every year for a while when i was a kid. i’m scared of the the NHL. my first and only cubs game in high school was a blast but more so for the amusement of the drunk men in suits hitting on katie and i then for baseball itself. and i had always prided myself on being an nfl stadium virgin until two weekends ago when i gave up the v-card to a broncos game – even then i was only using the game as an excuse to catch up with my friend maggie.
clearly once a foreigner in the world of sports, i certainly think i have come along way since i met howie. now i can say i actually enjoy GOING to a red sox game, i actually OWN a red sox shirt or two, i have filled out my fair share of brackets, and i know A LOT about tom brady (thanks to the fact that he is dating gisele and constantly in US weekly). further, i have made an attempt to bridge the gap by surprising howie with tickets and jerseys from time to time, asking how the game went, finding out what’s going on with the players, glancing at the sports illustrated now and then….
- me clearly making an effort – unlike the sleeping girlfriend behind me
despite my efforts, i’m still not that close to understanding the seductive nature of the game or the man my husband turns into when watching it. sometimes when he starts screaming at the tv or cheering as if there are 30K fans cheering right next to him, i wonder if he has been overtaken by the sports aliens. worse then the fear that my husband is an alien, i dread the fact that there are many more squabbles that we’ll have about how to spend our sundays, many more times i’ll wonder if mr. hutch knows more about sports then he does about what i do for work, and fearing he cares more about his fantasy football team then spending time with me…
- please note howie’s attire the night we got engaged. is he smiling ’cause i said yes? or ‘casue the sox won…
since i’ve started writing this post, i have again checked nfl.com, the pats lost. uh oh. mr. hutch texted me, he’s going to walk home… i know he’s totally bummed out and the strange thing is, is that i’m a little bummed out too. not because i love the patriots, but because mr. hutch does. it’s important to him. it brings him excitement, joy, sadness, pride. and though to me it will probably always just be a game, loving the game is part of who mr. hutch is. and no matter how much i resist, whine, complain and cease to understand, i’m not going to change who he is. and since today is like the worst day in history for boston sports fans, i’ll be sad too. ’cause mr. hutch is my boston sports fan and in some twisted weird way, that’s what love is. that’s the way love works.
- red sox fans
- update. i CRUSHED mr. hutch in the bracket thingy this year. i’ve never felt so good…oh and i have some new updates about ardie, but i’m not sure i want to share them with you because you all shot down my ideas about communicating with betty. i’m bitter.