Jason stopped over to pick up his car and leave the Jeep behind. He was with one of his rugby teammates and asked if I was coming to see the match that afternoon.
“Kinda forgot to tell you about it and I don’t know if I’ll get in the game, but our regular photographer won’t be there and I could use some good shots for the website,” he said.
Now...I was supposed to be working around the house and going with Holly to Home Depot to pick out a new kitchen light and some paint to do Jack’s bedroom. I had to fit a bike ride in, as well. But being the good dad that I am, I pushed that all aside and agreed to go to the match.
I took photographs for the entire match, a tough loss to the team from Pittsburgh (Cleveland teams never seem to beat them in any sport) and was saying ‘goodbye’ to Jason when he told me they were playing a ‘B’ squad game and he’d be in it. It was 3:30 p.m. by now and I’d done none of the things I was supposed to with Holly. He went to warm up and after 20 more minutes without a game starting, I decided I needed to cut my losses and head home. Holly cooks for me and does my laundry and I needed those things more than I needed to see another rugby match. It turned out to be the right decision.
I managed to make it to Home Depot, cut the grass, and finish painting the last of the windows on the house. I did not however, fit in a workout. Instead, I had dinner with Holly and watched a silly Sandra Bullock movie called ‘The Proposal’. Sometimes you sacrifice the workout and the kids for personal salvation. I got right with the House, for once.
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