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I am a HUGE New England Patriots fan. I know, they are the team to hate right now…but I was a fan before Spy Gate, before Tom Brady and before they won 3 Super Bowls. We were given 4 tickets to the Patriots game on Sunday against the Jets. These are quite possibly THE most sought after tickets in all of New England right now. There is a lot of bad blood between the Pats and Jets. Hello Spy Gate. The Pats are going to squash them. We are 13-0 and close to an undefeated season. I SO want to be there. It’s history in the making. Oh, and the free tickets…they also come with free food and drinks in a VIP tent prior to the game. The problem?
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Have I mentioned that the book "What Got You Here Won't Get You There: How Successful People Become Even More Successful" by Marshall Goldsmith quite possibly saved my marriage? It has come up a few times recently within my comments on a few of my favorite blogs, so I thought I’d share “the how”.
OK, even if you hate football and don’t know who “Belichick” is, you can still appreciate the battle and take a side.
I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that THE Daddy had 1st row seats when the Pats destroyed played San Diego. I paid Karma forward and told him to take his father. They had a great time and it was a perfect father/son bonding event. I’m not too bitter anymore that I didn’t get to go.
My gripe is this. As a consolation prize for being such a great wife and not being able to go, THE Daddy bought me this Belichick hooded sweatshirt. This was better than buying me chocolate or flowers. I have coveted that exact sweatshirt for a couple of seasons now, but couldn’t see spending the $74.95 for it. Come on, $74.95…it’s just a hooded sweatshirt. After all, it has no super powers…like the ability to clean itself. There are many things I’d rather spend $74.95 on…like groceries or filling my gas tank 1.5 times.
SO, he brings the sweatshirt home and I am very excited. I try it on and it is way too big. No big deal, we call and they tell us how to exchange it without having to drive 2 hours to the stadium. I’m bummed that I don’t get to wear it for a bit. BUT then I notice…wait…there are 2 sweatshirts in the bag. He went and bought himself a sweatshirt too! Bastard. If you’re buying someone a consolation prize, rules of etiquette (at least in my world) dictate that you aren’t allowed to buy yourself one as well!
Ever since then, we’ve been battling about who gets to wear the sweatshirt on game day. It’s bad enough that I like to wear the sweatshirt on Sundays…that’s a bit hokey, I know. BUT, I will NOT be one of “those” couples…you know them...the ones who dress alike and sit on the same side of the table even when it's just the 2 of them...eww! Personally, I think I should get first dibs on wearing the shirt. I am the one, after all, who had to sit at home to watch the game while he was IN THE 1st ROW!
Am I being unreasonable about this? Help me out here.
Oh, the picture is from the Pats Pro shop. Since I stole their picture, I’ll provide the link:
Check out the Pats Pro Shop to purchase a Belichick sweatshirt.
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Here's a comment from Jim at BusyDad:
"Ouch! As much as I am biased toward my team (hus-bands! hus-bands!) in times of conflict. Buying 2 sweatshirts didn't just cancel a good deed, he lost yardage. Let me John Madden this one for you...
X(sweatshirt) ---------> :D
XX ------> >:(
Analysis: going with the single sweatshirt down the middle would have opened up your defenses (how thoughtful! you got to see the game once but I get to wear this forever! You rock!). Playing double sweatshirt coverage only alerted your defenses (big deal now we both have one. How "status quo" of you...). And that's how I see it from the box."
OK, my perfect evening would probably involve Patriot's tickets on the first row and a hotel room, oh, and a few margaritas...but that's too much to hope for, so I'll settle for the next best thing:
THE Daddy calls on Wednesday (not Friday) afternoon to say that he’s on his way home and will be there for dinner…AND he’s picking up Pad Thai along the way, YUM.
He comes home in time to eat and play with the kids for a bit before throwing them into the tub. The kids are SO excited to see him. Lots of giggling…the kind that they reserve only for THE Daddy…it melts my heart.
He snuggles with them until they fall asleep while I get a little extra work done. This eases the much-anticipated stress of not getting to work on Friday while I’m on an AppleCrest Farm Field Trip with Princess’ Kindergarten class.
BamBam yells out for “Daddy!” in the middle of the night…and Daddy is actually there, hears him, AND beats me to him…all before Princess gets woken up.
THE Daddy remembers to turn off the 5:30am alarm on his cell phone…the one that has been waking me up by mistake on Saturday mornings.
I wake up before my alarm at 6:30am and get to take a shower before anyone else gets up.
THE Daddy offers to take the kids to school before heading back to work.
Does this sound too good to be true?! All of the above happened last night!
What a nice way to break up our week. It makes me realize, yet again, how incredibly difficult it is to have THE Daddy travel Mon-Friday. Only 4 more weeks until the new restaurant opens up in east-bum-nowhere Maine and he gets to sleep at home again. Praise be.
I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.
