Red Responds: The Redhead and Sports #1
All I’m going to say is, DETAILS!
When I mistakenly called a statue of Roberto Clemente, humanitarian and all-around good guy, by the name of Jose Canseco, all I can plead is details, details, details. I think I deserve credit for knowing another baseball player’s name right off the top of my head, nevermind if it was right or wrong. It was about 100 degrees, humid enough to feel like I was breathing steam and scorchingly sunny in Pittsburgh on the afternoon that said mishap occurred…so I could blame it on the weather, but I won’t.
After the fact, I realize that Jose Canseco’s name popped to mind because of his fling with Madonna. My college roommate was obsessed with Madonna, and I’m pretty sure Jose’s name came up in convo more than once. You’d have to understand Roomie’s love of Madonna (we had a cardboard cutout of Madonna in our living room) to get the significance. It’s entirely possible that had they not dated, I wouldn’t have known who Jose Canseco is either.
Truth be told, I don’t know that The Texan would know the difference between Christian Louboutin and Jimmy Choo either.
I would be said roommate. Lmao. LOL
I’ll never forget the cardboard Madonna! Or breaking her cardboard neck and trying to hide it with a scarf.
Does it make me less of a man to say I know the difference between Jimmy and Christian (at least the general topic if not the particulars)? Ask me to tell them apart and then I’d be stuck. And I’m a happily married, red-blooded sports guy too.
That’s why she knows better than to let me buy her shoes. I don’t let her buy sports apparel or tickets. We have our priorities set.
James it doesn’t make you less of a man. It means that your wife is a lucky woman!