Footballers Wives

Something was said to me the other day that scarily enough struck a thought in my head.

Now just to paint the picture, every Sunday afternoon the man in my life plays flag football (like touch rugby) for a league. Now as the woman in his life, I go along and sit on the sidelines with the other significant others. We catch glimpses of our other halves making great plays and notify each other when to shout and clap. But mainly we talk about the men in our lives and our lives themselves.

Now at this past Sunday’s game, you could just barely spot the footballers wives sitting on the sidelines huddled under many layers of coats and blankets, bringing our hands out to clap only when absolutely necessary, when the ref walked past said, “You must all be very dedicated or have nothing better to do.” Now although my life is not filled with much these days, I’m sure I could have found something warmer to do at least. But the truth is that I like sitting out there watching and cheering for my other half, so I guess you would say that I’m dedicated. The question does however remain; at what point do you draw the line of dedication? At what temperature are you released from your spousal support duties?

For now I will say that I am happy to be part of the footballer’s wives club and will continue to pretend to pay attention and will continue to give the praise and pats on the back as deserved.

Which is a good thing as we also have volleyball league on Monday’s and an upcoming basketball league?