The Playoffs, The Crow, The Witch and the Wardrobe

I have never dated anyone who liked sports. Hell, I wasn't even a sports fan until I moved down here and found myself watching plenty of football, hockey, baseball and golf....yes golf (gee, thanks Dad)! Yes, I enjoy watching sports with my friends: analyzing football with Charlie, talking Hockey with Tone; getting hi-fives for randomly wearing my Giants hat around (no matter how old you are, you never pass up a hi-five). So when I found that the Crow is very much a non-sports fan, it didn't bother me - I can watch sports with my friends. It's a non-issue...until it became an issue.

This weekend was the NFC/AFC playoff games where two of my favorite NFL teams won in spectacular fashion and will go on to play one of the best Super Bowl matches ever! However, before the games even began, I was knocked down with a lingering cold. The kind that makes it uncomfortable to be in enclosed spaces (you know, like a BAR). Since the Crow was sick as well, we were going to take it easy this weekend with (my goal) being to make it to the GPS to watch the game with Charlie, Tone, Leanna and the Woo! Girls. This was important to me and I did what I could to get better. The Crow couldn't understand why I would sacrifice my health for something as "stupid" as a football game. Now normally, my volatile nature would have me pull a Jim Harbaugh and throw a chair across the room or yell at the Crow like Jimmy yells at the refs.

Just. Like. That.

But, as part of growing up and (gulp) respecting my partner's opinion, I calmly (no seriously, I was calm) explained that while football wasn't important to him, it was part of a ritual with my friends that was important to me. A time where we can all be excited and cheer towards a common goal. Plus, because of possible future developments, it could be the very last time the football gang as I define it will be together. After that, we put aside the conversation realizing nothing was going to be resolved that day. I had trouble understanding why it bothered him so much - he's always invited and everyone loves him but it came to me in my sleep. It was the same reason why I don't like going to watch him jam with his band - I'm not getting anything out of it. The person I go for is distracted and there's nothing for me to do. 

I woke up the day of the games ready to admit that I saw his point when he asked, "do you want a ride to the bar? You don't want to be late, do you"? I jumped into his arms and said thank you - turns out he had the same analogy in his head too. "You come to practice with me smiling and trying to learn even though I know it's not your thing. I can live with you being a sports fan", he said smiling. With that, he drove me to the bar where I watched one of the best playoff games I've ever seen. The Crow even sent me a text asking about the score even though he didn't care...that's love baby! So I got to enjoy my day, not get anyone sick and watch the Niners go to the Super Bowl. Excellllentttttt.

Tone and the Wooooo! Girls...rocking the GPS since 2010!