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I am a baseball fan, a World Series fan, and this one has been a fun one. Part of the enjoyment for this Series has been the surprise. Expectations were that the Yankees’ pitching would dominate, and the Dodgers would merely be holding on for dear life. Rather than live up to expectations, the Dodgers have chosen to turn the tables, with excellent pitching through the first three games, backed up by world class defense, as well as inspired offense. Did anyone expect Freddie Freeman to hit a grand slam walk off in game one, then follow up with home runs in each game that followed? And second choice for MVP is Edman, who has performed as I expected (Cardinal fans love Edman), but has been one of the players to ignite the Dodgers in the playoffs and Series. I’m watching game 4 as I write, and it’s another great game. Baseball fans are having a great October!
Last night I made a deal. It was a necessary deal for this baseball fan. I don’t like watching baseball alone, so I negotiated with Lisa to watch the game with me last night. There were two choices I had to make, should she agree to watch baseball with me — 1. Watch Hallmark with here without making snide comments (nearly impossible for me), or 2. Give her a foot massage while I watch the game with her. Choice two was, by far, the most attractive option to me. Not only did I get to be with my wife, I got to serve her in a way that gets me big time relationship cash, all while I simply get to do something I really enjoy — touch my wife! I grumbled and groaned as she handed me the bottle of lotion, handed me a towel, and lifted her feet up to my lap. I slathered her feet with the ‘Warm Vanilla Sugar’ lotion, then rubbed her feet and arches for two innings.
According to Lisa, I was knocking it out of the park.
I took a little break in between innings, brought her a glass of wine. She sipped a little, then thrust her feet back up in my lap, wriggled her toes.
“You forgot my toes.” She good naturedly reminded me. I applied a little more lotion, then started on her toes. I noticed she had her eyes closed, but I knew better than to believe my wife was asleep. I would get no rest. If I slacked, she would be chiding me. As proof, she waggled her feet when I sat back to take a rest.
“You forgot my heels. Get to it, buster.”
It turned out to be a five inning foot rub. Had it not been time for Lisa’s nightly pre-bedtime shower, the foot rub might have extended to extra innings. I may have had to call on the bullpen.
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