Soccer ball planter

When You Think He’s Crazy, Remember This

Alex has a new treasure. It’s a soccer ball signed by several MN United players, a late birthday present from his mom. The ball has brought a new level of joy to our home. It’s just like Christmas, except no Bing Crosby, gingerbread, or frasier fir candles.

The ball rolled around our apartment for a few days until Alex worried it was getting exposed to the elements and started looking up UV-protected cases online. Until we can get our hands on one of those, he’s chosen our dining area as the ball’s home. In an act of creative genius, he’s repurposed one of my tea light candle holders into a temporary stand.

This isn’t the first piece of paraphernalia to enter my kitchen. We eat three meals a day underneath a MN United flag the size of a sleeping bag on our wall.

The ball’s in good company.

In the last year, Alex and I have watched tons of games live and on TV. We’ve read about sports and talked about them. As my capacity grows, my husband’s hobby starts to seem normal to me.

And then there are times when I look around and think, this is crazy.

Like that time we waited an hour in the pouring rain at a MN United event, just to get a free magnet.

Or every time we watch a baseball game (dear Lord, why did it have to be 9 innings?)

Or when our apartment starts to look like a soccer shrine.

I have moments when I’m absolutely bewildered. If you know and love a sports addict, maybe you can relate.

But then I look more closely at that ball in my kitchen. It’s covered in scribbled Sharpie signatures by athletes who have spent half of their lives in cleats.

Sports are played by real people with real talents who have worked real hard to get there. Fans know and appreciate this.

Let’s not lose sight of that.

2 thoughts on “When You Think He’s Crazy, Remember This”

  1. Sports fans want to share their passion with others, even if others don’t fully understand. On Father’s Day, as I relaxed watching the Rockies and Giants, in the 9th inning with the Rockies down 3-4, Nolan Arenado came to the plate with a man on base, having already hit a single, double, and triple in the game. In a moment of true sports greatness, he lined the first pitch over the left field wall for a game-winning homer to complete the cycle. As he was mobbed by his teammates at home plate his left eyebrow was somehow cut by a teammate’s helmet in the process so that he looked like a victorious prize-fighter in the post-game interview. It was poetic and I had to share it with my wife and daughter, even though they don’t care about baseball. It’s like marveling at a beautiful landscape, being moved by a great piece of music or contemplating a transcendent work of art. And it’s enough for them to just say “That’s nice.”

    Alex wants to share his passion with you–it’s like another love language–remember that every time you look at that ball.

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