Sports have been blamed for everything from couples breaking up to marriages failing. Peggy’s a faithful Buckeye fan. Regardless, I still love my wife. I follow Ohio State, but there’s a limit to my loyalty. As long as they’re playing any school but Notre Dame, they have my support.

When they renewed the Buckeye/Fighting Irish series, I cheered the Irish, but had this sinking feeling. Thirty years of wedded bliss, all shot down by a pigskin, I thought. In the end, our marriage won out when the Irish lost. 

The next year, the same. It baffled me as to why games were scheduled so close to our anniversary. Don’t these schedulers ever consider other dates? There’s September, November, even up until Dec. 10. Any date that’s not in October or near the holidays? After all, experience has taught me to be on my best behavior for the holidays.

Rescheduled games allow a return to wedded bliss for our Oct. 21 anniversary. After the second straight loss, the Buckeye/Fighting Irish series was suspended, again. Each year since then, football games once again went well for us as wedded bliss returned and reigned supreme.

Now as October drew near, another potential disaster loomed and was fast approaching. After 45 years of matrimony, I questioned whether the secret to a long lasting marriage was indeed meant for the both of us to root for the same team. I envisioned what could happen as I sat in my chair, the hound by my side, rooting with all the energy I could muster for the Boston Red Sox to beat the Houston Astros. And therein lies my dilemma.

Each time Boston scored I nearly went bananas. And then when the inside-the-ballpark home run was hit in the bottom of the ninth that brought them within one run of tying, I was in my glory. But in the end, the Sox lost, and Houston went on to play the New York Yankees in the American League Championship Series. Coupled with the Tribe loss to the Yankees, it left me licking my wounds. It was Peggy who was in her glory. That’s because she’s a Texan. She was born there. To be precise, in Houston. And she was rooting for Houston.

I, of course had hoped Cleveland would end up playing the Red Sox, if for no other reason than to maintain peace in the household.

I’m sure you can understand the potential turmoil if Cleveland had to play Houston to get to the World Series. To say bedlam might have broken out would be putting it mildly. We’d need both security and medical personnel to be standing by.

To our daughter, Wendy, I mentioned how I lost to the Yankees and Mom won with Houston. "But she’s from Texas, Dad. What did you expect?" she said with her vast common sense reasoning, before topping her comments with four words I’ve always dread. "Wait ’til next year!

Aaarrrggghhhh!

Now the dreaded Yankees are playing Houston in a best of seven for the right to go to the World Series. While the wife must be in her glory, although she hasn’t boasted, she’ll be rooting for Houston. I find it hard to root for the pinstripes, a team that beat my beloved Tribe, so looks like I’ll be rooting for the Texas team, too, at least for the American League title. For the World series, I’ll just have to take one more look. 

Other that the Cavaliers, who else is there to cheer for? And don’t say the hapless Browns. I’ll be shocked if they win one game this year. If you feel the same, then mark your calendar for the start of baseball’s spring training, Feb. 20 in Goodyear, Ariz. And pray the winter months brings plenty of wedded bliss!

Hmm! Feb. 20. That’s really not that far away

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