Golf Widow

My husband (swinging) at Mountain Falls Golf Course in Pahrump, Nevada

I know when my husband married me, he felt that he got the best of both worlds:  A woman that he loves, that also loves sports. 

I love football.  I have mentioned it in a post in my old blog that my father was the one who turned me onto American football.  I have grown up with football on Sundays and Mondays, and we just had to accept it.  For many women, I imagine that would just cause one to despise the game even more.  For me, I fell deeply in love with the game.  After my dad took us to our first San Diego Chargers game (my favorite team), I knew I became a fan for life. 

Another great thing my dad did was expose us to many sports, not just football.  My sister actually liked to participate in sports when she was younger, so my dad had the son he never had in the both of us, in different ways.  We have been to basketball games (remember when the Clippers were a San Diego team?), wrestling, roller derby, baseball…you name it, my dad wanted to take us to it.  He also watched everything and anything sports related on TV.  There was never a sport that I couldn’t sit through at least for a little bit. 

So never in my wildest imaginings did I think that I would ever be a sports widow, but I am. 

Golf is my husband’s mistress.  I have gone to watch him play, but I can only survive the front 9 holes before driving that cart drives me crazy and I need to go shopping or something.  He goes to the driving range on some days after work and plays on the weekend, but I also made him promise that golf should not interfere with our family time.  He has made good on that promise, selecting an early morning tee time so that he is home by 11am to spend time with me and Dominic, which frees up my mom to do what she wants to on the weekend (she watches our son while we’re at work during the week). 

My husband plays in his first tournament this weekend.  I’m going to watch the first few holes, but since I can’t take our son, I have to make sure I get home so that my mom can go run errands before the weekend is over.  I’m excited for him because he has really improved for only playing for the better part of a year.  

We all have our vices.  His is golf and that’s how it’s gotta be.  Now when is that sale at Coach again?