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Off the Courts

I've written about playing basketball a couple of times, so it should come as no surprise that I enjoy watching professional basketball. As far as I'm concerned, it's a fun sport regardless of whether I'm watching or playing the game. This, however, was not the case for the Mild Girlfriend. She had a passing understanding of the game, but it's not like she was a huge fan. As you can probably guess, this led to a few laughs along the way.

To make sense of this coming story, let me go on a small tangent. My cousin is dating a girl who isn't really into sports, either. A while back, however, she posted Facebook pictures of the two of them at a Warriors game. That's the local team, and they're pretty good this year, so it didn't surprise me at all that they were at a game. However, what did catch my attention was the caption. I don't remember the exact wording of it all, but I distinctly remember the phrase "the things I do for love" in there. I chuckled quite a bit, and so did the Mild Girlfriend.

So, our story is a little similar. We were at a bar one night, and the game was on. I was curious about the outcome, so I watched a little bit of the game. The Mild Girlfriend noticed, and she asked about the game. Me being me, I explained what was going on. It's really interesting what sort of facts or terminology I take for granted but that others might not necessarily realize. For example, I just randomly threw out "best of seven" at one point, and she looked at me funny. It didn't take very long to remedy that, but still, seven of what? Unless you already understand the reference, it's just going to sound like a random saying.

Anyhow, we watched the remainder of that game, and the Mild Girlfriend actually had a little bit of fun. She could understand why people were excited at certain times, and she cheered along with them whenever the home team made an important shot or got a crucial defensive stand. All in all, she got into it a little bit. In fact, she got into it enough that she would later suggest attending a game in person.

That was all pretty amusing, but the pièce de résistance was yet to come. The Mild Girlfriend and I don't have a TV in the house (we don't generally need one, but maybe that'll become a post of its own at some point), so it's not like we sit on the couch to watch basketball games. However, we were both working on other things when she noticed her Facebook feed had all sorts of commentary about a very important play off game. Curious, I fired up my laptop to track the game in real-time (there were perhaps two minutes left to play in the game).

I'll be honest, we both got into it just staring at that screen. I may have even fist pumped once or twice when I saw that the Warriors took the lead or got a defensive stop. The really amusing part was that Mild Girlfriend was right there with me. I don't mean just that she was sitting right next to me, but that she was cheering at the screen, too. In fact, at one point, she remarked, "this is so stressful," precisely because she could follow along.

I couldn't help but laugh at the both of us. There we were, "watching" a game on a laptop. The things we do while in love, indeed.

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