Professional Male Athletes--A Humorous View of Marriage

In every marriage there is the ebb and flow, the ups and downs, the good times and not so good times. If you hang in there long enough rough spots will eventually turn around. And, in the world of being married, there are many times when you bite your tongue and move on.




So when I came home from work yesterday and discovered two items that were meant for the garbage can but hadn’t quite made it into the garbage can, it dawned on me. . . in our society men who can hit the basket or get it in the hole on a regular and predictable basis are revered. Those men are on TV and written about in newspapers and magazines. Those men are considered professionals and are paid hundreds of thousands of dollars.



Stats are kept and posted on attempts and successes. Did the object make it or come near the perimeter? How many attempts were needed to make it to the hole or get it in the basket? What approach was used? How persistent was the defense and were there any barriers like sand traps, water hazards, or high winds?



So what if I kept stats too? Socks almost made it into the basket. Undies on the rim. From a long shot, towel just missed the basket.



Since I live with two men, I don’t quite get how near the basket/garbage/etc. is the same as in the basket/garbage/etc. Yet the mindset is that near and in are one in the same. I’m told about difficult approaches due to darkness or toy hazards.



Let’s just say, that if I were keeping score of how many of my attempts made it, I would have a significant lead. In the meantime, it’s back to coaching!