To me, life seems simple. Not necessarily in this order, I enjoy sports, traveling, reading, and having sex with my wife.
My wife, on the other hand, is more complex. She loves to talk about little details and only watches sports when I make her.
So when she approached me less than a month after our marriage and used sex and baseball in the same sentence, I knew this was a detail I should probably listen to.
Over breakfast, my wife said, "Picture this: You have a friend named George, and money is no object to George. George really likes baseball. George likes baseball so much that he'll watch any kind of game from professional to little league. George knows that you like the Kansas City Royals and he invites you to Royals games across the country all the time. You often fly in his private jet to the games.
"One day George invites you to the Royals game in Miami, and you're excited to go. But after George picks you up, you notice that George isn't driving to the airport. Instead, he takes you to a little league baseball field and informs you that he wants to watch a little league game in Texas instead of the Royals in Miami. How would you feel?"
"Well," I said, "I'd probably be mad at George and tell him to drop me off at a sports bar on the way to the little league game."
I'm not a brilliant man, but I did begin to comprehend that there was something more to the story that she wasn't telling me. For one, she rarely talks about sports. And two, the Royals weren't playing in Texas, where we live, for another month, so I knew she wasn't trying to surprise me with tickets. I didn't have a clue where her story was going.1