If the term “sports widow” refers to a woman left alone due to her spouse being off somewhere playing or watching a sport, I wonder what you call a woman who accompanies the spouse to all these events?
By “accompanies,” I actually mean “gets dragged along” by the spouse.
I guess you might call me an accidental sports fanatic. I have no choice, really; the Big Man is the most fanatical sports fanatic I’ve ever met. I knew this when I married him though I did veto his suggested addition to our wedding vows–“I promise to encourage my husband to attend all sporting events and will honor and obey his command to accompany him.” He has his favorite teams, of course, but he doesn’t limit his viewing and attendance to strictly the games in which his favorite teams are playing. He likes to spread his fanaticism around to any team, anywhere, playing any sport.
Football, however, is his absolute favorite. He counts down the days each year until the football preview issues of various sports magazines are published. He spends much of the winter and spring plotting what college football games he wants to attend and then formulates his sales pitch to convince me why this would be a great spot for our next vacation. In fact, it’s a rare Chick vacation that doesn’t involve a sporting event. Though I rarely have any feelings other than ambivalence about the games he wants to attend, I can always be talked into going with the promise of cute shops, nice restaurants and pretty scenery in the host city.
But this weekend is a different story. This weekend, my beloved Chicago Bears play in the NFC Championship Game against the wretched Cheeseheads known as the Green Bay Packers; and the Big Man’s beloved Pittsburgh Steelers battle for the AFC Championship against the New York Jets. By the time most of you read this post, the outcome of these games will have been decided. But in these hours prior the games, the excitement in the air is palpable. I’ve been belting out the Bears’ fight song for days and the Big Man has gone a few rounds with the Steelers’ Polka . And if each of our team wins, what will we do? We’ll be a house divided and a house divided unto itself cannot stand!
My solution? Bind it with cheese—preferably the cheese left on the field after the Bears stomp the Cheeseheads. The cheese ball recipe below is one I’ve had for many years. I have no idea where it came from or who developed it. But on this cold day in January, it seems a tasty way to enjoy the coming battle.
Championship Cheese Ball
- 2 – 8 oz pkgs Cream Cheese
- 2 C shredded sharp cheddar cheese
- 1 T chopped green pepper
- 1 T finely chopped onion
- 2 t Worcestershire sauce
- Dash of cayenne pepper
- Finely chopped pecans
Combine softened cream cheese and cheddar cheese, mixing until well blended. Add green pepper, onion, Worcestershire sauce, lemon juice and seasonings and mix well. Chill. Shape into ball; roll in nuts.