Who flipping cares?
Don't get me wrong, I like the outdoors, I love playing games, I know all the rules. But rooting for some idiot who makes three million a year to hit a ball? C'mon. I don't even know the guy! And does he even care if I root for him or not? No! Cos he don't know me from beans either.
But still at my brother's wedding, there were all the guys, (and many of the gals I must add), on their blackberry's watching the game live on Fox.
As my brother was on stage swaying and praying, his friends in the audience were jumping with nerves as they watched the innings go down.
Every so often you had some kid, or half the assembled, pump a fist in the air and holler "Go YANKS! Whoooooooop whooooop!"
We're talking during the chuppah.
I would like to say I didn't see my brother's eyes flick up once or twice, inquiring about the score, but I can't be sure.
(Just kidding! My brother isn't into sports at all.)
Stupid sick people.
Well the Yanks won and the wedding was great and the couple is cute and my gown was nice and I had a miserable time with my cranky kids who are NEVER coming to a wedding with me again, so all is well, but reality check anyone?