Call me idealistic, call me unmarried, call me inexperienced, call me naive (actually, that's the same as inexperienced), but as much as I like football, when I get married I hope that I will love my wife enough to put her before anything...anything. In most relationships I've been in, I've been willing to drop what I was doing just for the chance to talk with her, to be with her. Am impractical in believing that such a feeling should never die out during a marriage? Am I seriously the only man who would have politely turned down the ticket saying, "Thanks, but my wife and I are celebrating our anniversary that weekend"?
To me it's not about the wife being understanding or the fact they're celebrating their love for each other as opposed to a particular date. Nor is it about being courteous and keeping plans that you've made with someone--though I do hate flaky people who back out at the last minute. It's about having priorities in your life. Sports come and go, but hopefully your marriage will stay put. Now I'm not saying that if I ever get a chance to go to the Super Bowl or visit the Hall of Fame it won't be hard to turn down (though it doesn't sound like the LW's husband was going to either, just an ordinary football game), but while I hope that my wife will be someone selfless and understanding enough to be willing to reschedule our plans, I hope I'm able to put things into the proper perspective so she won't have to be sefless and understanding.
Now for you hardcore sports fans who say it's more than a game, let me put it into perspective for you by quoting from the movie Fever Pitch: "You love the Red Sox, but have they ever loved you back?"
I'll tell you one thing, when I get married, I would hope having sex--or simply holding hands with my wife--will be way more satisfying than planting my butt on a hard-backed seat for three hours while the guy next to me spills beer and peanuts all over the place every time the home team scores. And yes, I have been to several professional sporting events. My favorite would be the San Francisco Giants game I went to with my family as a teenager. I loved everything there, from the sun shining against my back at the perfect California temperature, to the grass being greener than anything I have ever seen here in Utah, to the fact that I actually got to see Barry Bonds play and have a Giants cap to remember the event. But I'm hoping my marriage will offer more than anything Barry Bonds or the Giants could ever give.