When making a huge committment to the world about your relationship, you vow to love and honour each other in sickness and in health, but does an obsession with all things sport class as said ailment? Here our Wedded Miss discusses her hubby’s love of all things competitive, and why being a sports widow doesn’t mean a red card for her other half.
My husband loves sport; any sport. Football is his first love but he will literally watch almost any competitive spectacle. Cricket, horse racing, dog racing, American football, tennis, athletics, cycling, rugby, even snooker and darts; which aren’t even sports in my eyes, I mean have you seen the physiques on those ‘athletes?’
I know, I know, most men do like a bit of sport now and then, and that’s fine, but this is not a casual hobby; this is a passion, a love of his life to rival my affections, and this year I have well and truly become a sports widow!
Football season ends and I breathe a sigh of relief, maybe we can go out on a Saturday afternoon together for lunch, a walk, a drink! But no, in our house there is a never ending carousel of sports. This year it’s the Euros, which saw my hubby off to the Ukraine for 4 days to drink, watch football and be merry! Then the Tour De France, the cricket all summer and the Olympics, then back to football season; it is literally never ending.
I can’t begrudge the love of my life the love of his life, as I have always known him to be a bit of a fan, but at times it does cause some friction in our otherwise blissful marriage. The thing you must understand is that men do not like to be talked to, asked questions of or disturbed in any way, shape or form whilst sport is on. Not even to give him his homemade dinner or show him your sexy new dress/shoes/underwear. I do not stand a chance of any sort of attention during a game/race/match, and I have learnt not to take this as a huge personal insult like I used to, but to just accept that his brain cannot compute more than one important thing at a time; sport being the important thing of course…
Also the thing with sport is, my lovely other half really would prefer to watch it live, in the flesh or with other people who actually give a flying…..! Consequently this means sport time is not together time. You know how going to the cinema is not quality talking time, but is together time? Yeah, sport is not like that. Well not in our house anyway!
But despite my frustrations at being ignored during sporting activities of any kind, I actually love how passionate he is about it all, and I would much rather be with someone who has a hobby he loves and enjoys even if it does take up a chunk of his precious time. How boring would life be if we were all the same or we all had the same hobbies?
Plus his sports time is my shopping time, so the more hours he spends watching his beloved team shoot balls into nets, or pointy things into boards; the more precious seconds I get to experience my own spending adrenaline rush. Now that’s game, set and match ladies!