Friday night is our date night. Standard operating procedure is for us to watch a movie at home, run to Starbucks for a drink and some conversation, and then return home for another movie. (We tend to be exhausted by Friday, and this is an inexpensive way for us to relax together doing things we both enjoy.)
The problem is that Friday nights will normally feature the Rays playing ball on TV. On most days, I set the DVR to record the game, and I watch it when (and if) I can that same night. (By the time I discover the score in the newspaper the next day, I’m no longer interested in watching.) But I studiously resist recording the Friday game, for obvious reasons.
So, on the way to Starbucks, we listened to a bit of Friday’s game, and we listened to it a bit more on the way home. We had a stop to make on the way home, and when we climbed back into the car and turned it on, the announcer was beside himself: “That’s Ben Zobrist’s first career grand slam home run.”
For a Rays fan, this is good news, and both Barb and I were pumped to hear it. So, this is how the conversation went from that point on.
Randy: And we could have been there. (I had earlier in the week suggested that we break tradition and go to a game, but we chose not to. This comment was dangerously close to an “I told you we should have gone”, which would have earned substantial ‘Bad Husband Points’.)
Barb: I know. Did you record it?
Randy: No. I didn’t think it would be a good idea to record and watch a game on our date night! (Note the stab at earning ‘Good Husband Points’.)
Barb: Well, at least we could have watched the grand slam.
Doesn’t the book of Proverbs say something like this: “A wife who wants to watch baseball, who can find. She is far more precious than jewels.”
Well, that’s close, anyway.