My husband, who is in his 40s, still plays baseball. His team competed tonight in its first playoff game of the season, a one-loss elimination round. It was the first game I attended this year and I was blamed (kiddingly of course) (I think) for being a jinx by other members of the team I’ve known for years. Yes, they lost.
But I lost too. My one night of the week alone, gone with the swing-and-a-miss of the bat.
Don’t judge me unless your relationship has gone the extra innings mine has. Sometimes, even us everyday players need some time, alone, in our dugouts.
