Take me out to the ball game…

2009 at 8am     Posted by Rebecca Joines Schinsky

Despite our usual insistence on spending Sundays on the couch in our pajamas, hubby and I are heading to D.C. to take in a Nationals game with a group of his coworkers today. I’m excited about this for two reasons:

1) It is no longer 100 degrees outside with 100% humidity here in Virginia, so a day at the ballpark should actually be kind of enjoyable, even if it is several hours of forced socializing with people I don’t really know.

2) Ballpark hot dogs. Need I say more?

We don’t even care that the Nationals are the worst team in the nation right now because all of our love goes to the St. Louis Cardinals and this man, Albert Pujols (the first baseman), on whom hubby has a ginormous man-crush. (Bear with me….I swear I’ll bring this back around to reading.).

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In honor of our day at the ballpark, let me share this humiliating humorous statement hubby recently made about Mr. Pujols.

“If Albert Pujols were a horse, he’d be a unicorn. Because he’s SO AWESOME!”

What? You don’t see the resemblance?

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Now, I will give it to hubby that Pujols’s skills are so amazing that he just might be magical. But really? A unicorn?

I won’t even mention the funny little shimmy-dance-wiggle thing that accompanied this gleeful statement.  Man-crush. For reals.

The hidden benefit of all this love for Alby?  It gives me tons of extra time to read. While hubby’s living, eating, and breathing Cardinals baseball from April to November, I’m curling up next to him with my book of choice. I’d wager that at least a third of the books I’ve read in the eight years we’ve been together, I’ve read with sports on in the background.

(See? I brought it back to books. You really think I’d make you look at this creepy unicorn without at least a little book talk?)

Moral of the story?  If you want to find more time to read, marry someone who loves to watch sports….even if you do occasionally worry that he just might leave you for his “big, bald, sweaty stallion of a man.”

Yes. That’s a direct quote.

Now bring on the CrackerJacks before I start wishing I’d brought a book with me.

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