Dave joined a co-ed double-header softball league for Fall. He plays on Sundays near work.
Here’s the thing about Sundays: Dave is either coming off a 12 hour shift at work or getting ready to start one.
Here’s the thing about work: It’s about an hour or more away from our house.
You’d think Dave would prefer to rest on Sunday. He does not. Dave prefers softball. Always and forever. The End. I prefer to watch Dave play softball. The day we met, I watched him play softball. And since we’ve been married, I can count on one hand the games I’ve missed watching him play. So on Sunday, after working 12 hours, Dave was doing this:
And I was doing this:
(I’m taking his picture (in case that wasn’t clear). I’m not actually IN the picture. That’d be crazy.)
After the game, because he can’t get enough softball EVER, he had the girls get their gloves out to play a little more.
“Hey Dave, you haven’t slept in, like, 24 hours. Wanna head home?”
“Sleep!!?!? Who needs sleep? Let’s run some bases, girls!”
Eh, softball. At least he doesn’t have a mistress.