Sports really isn't my thing. I just don't "get it." The only sport I can understand to any degree at all is baseball, but even with baseball there are certain rules I just don't understand no matter how many times they are explained to me.
It doesn't really matter whether I understand sports, because I do enjoy spending time with my husband doing something that he enjoys, and he reciprocates and does things for me that probably wouldn't be his first choice. It's all about time together.
Last night we had tickets to a Sacramento River Cats (minor league) baseball game. It was a bad game, which was really over by the end of the second inning. We lost 14-1. To top it off, it was cold and windy. The wind made spring allergies pretty intolerable. Somehow none of that mattered. As a matter of fact, we stayed until the very last pitch. There is something to be said for sitting next to each other in the stands at a baseball field, wrapped up in a blanket, eating hot dogs, sharing peanuts and popcorn, taking in the aromas of the various food stands, and hearing "Cotton candy, get your cotton candy here!" I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else last night.
Two nights earlier, my husband went with me for a cultural experience. We went to a Hindu 50th birthday party for the father of one of my co-workers. I love cultural experiences, and Danny has learned to take them all in with me, just like I take in sports with him. We watched Indian dancers, and took in the lovely saris. We ate Indian food. We even watched a man dance Indian dances dressed as a woman. We had a terrific time.
It's all about spending time together. It doesn't matter what you do or where you go, as long as you enjoy spending time with each other. Sharing a $5.00 foot long Subway sandwich is as much fun as eating a $20.00 steak -- it's all time together. All I want in the world is to sit next to the guy I married, and leave the craziness of the world behind.