There’s a term—basketball widow—that describes a woman whose husband completely disappears during basketball season, essentially leaving his wife a widow for basketball season. Well, I’m a basketball widower. My wife completely disappears whenever college basketball is on. This, of course, means she’s basically gone right now.

So today, rather than sit through a game of stomping and yelling at basketball, I decided to get out and go shopping for some books and clothes and things for my garden. It didn’t hit me until later how weird it was that I was looking at shirts and picking out little houseplants while my wife sat at home and watched sports. Just last week, Janelle and Landon sat down for the big game, and I made them sandwiches and got them crackers with crab dip.

I can’t let my manhood be threatened just because my wife likes sports and I know how to accessorize. But I know it won’t be long before Spring is in full swing and she’s out mowing the yard again while I’m in the kitchen making cranberry-brie puff pastries. I am slowly turning into a housewife. I need to go listen to some classic rock and look at cars. Now.

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