Addiction

I know it’s not something that’s very comfortable to talk about, but it’s something nonetheless that we have had to deal with the pat few weeks and I thought some light should be shed on it.

Unbeknownst to me, I married an addict.

I’m sure you can say that I couldn’t have known, that there was no way to tell, but as I look back, all the warning signs were there. The continuous references to it, the fantasy of flying around the world to satisfy the soul – paying the exorbitant prices they ask for them – and if you can’t get it legally there, turning to the streets, where prices are higher and the chances that you won’t get what you want.

I am of course talking about the Olympics.

Yes, I know, I would expect this from a guy, but from my WIFE? Now that it’s over, it’s a little easier to talk about, but I know she’s just planning for 2012. I thought she was just in love with London … but let’s get real, who can be in love with a country that’s usually cold and drives on the wrong side of the road? She’s just aching for the Olympics.

We have 3 TV’s in the house now – coincidence that 3 networks were showing different games simultaneously, I think not. She’s a careful planner she is. I think I saw her crafting the Wee Man’s walker into a Bobsled and pushing him down the hallway. And I wear after Shawn White was on the half pipe, I found a long red hair in the bathroom sink.

I came home one evening and caught her freebasing the biathlon.

As soon as they announced that Rio won the Olympic bid – she applied for a Visa.

Now that they are over, I think we’ll get a little sleep.

I know that one day we’ll kick this habit … but in the mean time, keep us in your prayers.