Our bond is a blade of grass

I’ve said before, one of the greatest things about being a tennis fan is this time of year when Wimbledon is played over two weeks (a fortnight, to the Brits) in London. Because of the time difference, I get to watch live matches every day starting at 6 in the morning.
But not today.
Today my wife woke up to proclaim, “There’s nothing more monotonous than a tennis match.”
Ouch.
Not that I don’t see her point. If you don’t play tennis, I guess all you see is a ball going back and forth. Which is probably like watching a metronome.
I’m proud of myself, though, because all I said was, “You’re right. Let’s put on the Today show.”
Of course, what I thought was, “Right. And there’s nothing monotonous about watching the same Hallmark movie over and over. Or even, the premier of a brand new Hallmark movie, which is like watching the same Hallmark movie over and over.”
No, I didn’t say that.
Besides, my wife usually indulges me and puts up with tennis, and I appreciate that. So she gets a free pass.
Also, I can never forget two giant (there’s a pun in that word, but you have to figure it out for yourself) favors Mary Kay did for me in January of 2008.
First, she surprised me by arranging a trip to Lambeau Field to see the Green Bay Packers in the NFC Championship game (don’t ask me who won), and when we took a tour of legendary Lambeau, she reminded me of something she saw tennis star Novak Djokovic do at Wimbledon as we watched him on TV the summer before. He bent over, plucked a piece of grass from Center Court and ate it.
We were standing in the end zone at Lambeau, and I immediately did the same. Yes, I ate a blade of Lambeau grass.
Mary Kay thought that was cool.
And because she did, I thought she was cool.
I still do.
Even if I’m reduced to checking today’s Wimbledon scores on my smart phone.

Ed Ackerman