I just tried to get my co-workers to settle something a la Thunderdome. They didn't go for it. (Boss, to me: "We can't have knife fights in the office." Me: "We can go down to the garage." Chatty: "They don't have to use knives.")

Chatty and I did get to chant "Two editors enter; one editor leaves!" So there's that.

Well, you better learn to fake it if you're dating in Boston.

And you should pretend to care about baseball too.

Chatty and I did get to chant "Two editors enter; one editor leaves!" So there's that.

Heh.

And you should pretend to care about baseball too.

And again: Heh.

Well, you better learn to fake it if you're dating in Boston.

And you should pretend to care about baseball too.

Ahahaha!

Also, David: UNTRUE.

I was once told that I should learn to talk baseball so that one day when I marry my husband and I would have something to talk about. My answer was that I wouldn't marry someone if the only thing we had in common was sports. Turned out I was right. Of course, it also turns out that I've started to watch tennis and cycling since DH watches them. So I guess I did eventually learn a bit about sports. Just not baseball.

And again: Heh.

If you float one over the plate like that, I've got to take a swing.

One of the strongest elements tying my sister's family together is their mutual love of baseball. Her younger daughter is in Chile on exchange this semester, and is quite distraught at missing the As charge into the playoffs.

I would love to find someone who shares my love of baseball. though that would hopefully just be one piece of the bigger picture. But if they didn't, it wouldn't be a dealbreaker (as long as they could handle my sometimes manic fannishness).

I have to explain sports to Hubby. I also have to remind him if the president is a Democrat or a Republican.

Pretty much anyone I spend time with shares some interests with me and also has some interests I don't share (and ditto the other way).