Me - 1, Sox - 0

If you have a sports-obsessed husband/boyfriend, you will understand what I am about to say.

D is a Red Sox fan. He is, for lack of a better term, HARDCORE about his Red Sox. He got me into the game of baseball, too, and I love watching my Red Sox, but I am by no means as dedicated or in love with the team as D is. D grew up with baseball - and the Sox. He loves the sport, how it brings people together, how baseball stadiums smell and how they sound. It's an amazing thing, watching someone you love experience something they love.

However, I have one complaint.

When you're significant other is watching their sports team on TV, you do not exist. You could parade around naked in front of the TV, and your boyfriend would throw his hands up and yell "GET OUTTA THE WAY, THE GAME'S ON!" Believe me. I've tried. You could sit down on his lap, and he'd push you out of the way and ask you to grab him a beer and a bag of chips.

D isn't that bad. In fact, he's the perfect sports-watching boyfriend: he explains the nuances of the game, answers my questions, and lets me sit next to him on the couch during the game. And I understand my role as girlfriend, and when the Sox are on, I try to keep the chatter to a minimum. I ask questions during commercial breaks.

However, I must report a "personal victory" of sorts - I managed to pry D away from the Sox last night. Of course, I came up with a strategic plan to lure him away, but I knew that there was really only a 50/50 chance that it would work. And it DID work. Me - 1, Sox - 0. At least when I am keeping score.


It's the 4th of July again. Time for fireworks, hot dogs, bonfires...and DUIs, obnoxious drunk people, and hangovers. Be safe. No drinking and driving. No drinking and hooking up, either. Be careful with those fireworks.