Of Football and Marriage
For all my dislike of the culture of big-time sports, I have one weakness - Michigan Football. After spending four years of my life and corresponding amount of $$$$ in Ann Arbor, I almost always let my hypocrisy get the best of me and cheer on the Maize and Blue. (Now if only they could win a damn bowl game... sigh.)
Almost exactly nine years ago my wife and I had been married 5 days and were driving from the midwest in a Ryder Truck to our new home in the Pacific Northwest. She riding in the passenger seat, sick as a dog with a nasty cold. And Michigan was playing for the National Championship in the Rose Bowl.
Being the loving spouse that I am, I found a cozy little biker bar in a tiny long forgotten town somewhere off the interstate in Wyoming where I
deposited her in a booth
let her rest while I begged a scary overtatooed barkeep to turn on the game. To this day, my priority-lacking decision making on that January day may be closest I ever came to divorce.
So when I read this
, two thoughts came to mind.
1) No matter how desperately I would want to watch U of M play in a National Championship game, I don't think making a proposition such as this would ever cross my mind.
2) If I had tickets for such a game that I could not use, this particular offer would *not* be the winning bid.
In fact, it's more than a little icky. eeeewww