33 years ago, at this very moment, brand-new hubby was utterly exhausted. (Poor guy spent the whole night going back and forth over if he should go to California or down to the church to join me to get married.) We cut out of the reception early, and got to the bridal suite. He napped, while I got to watch the important game I feared I'd miss, because of the wedding. (Thank God for a rain delay in Montreal that day.) I behaved, but I knew this was the day the Phillies would clinch the division. Well, I behaved, until Michael Jack Schmidt hammered in his 50th home run (and last home run) of the year to win the game. I whooped, hubby woke up, and then my hunger returned. (I wasn't hungry for a full day. I'm usually hungry every hour. lol) We went out to eat.
Throughout our honeymoon, we listened to other division winners fight for their berths at the World Series, except the next night. The next night, we stopped off in Mananas, Virginia (Bull Run, for those who know it as a Civil War battle), and joined some guys in a small bar to watch the other important game--Eagles against the Redskins.
We whooped when the Eagles scored a touchdown, and had a bunch of guys look at us in surprise. (I thought I should have still been wearing my wedding gown, for less chances of getting killed for rooting for the "wrong team," but one of those guys laughed, thanked us for agreeing, and then "in-your-face" to his buddies, while he joined us in rooting for the Eagles.)
We returned from our honeymoon in time to watch the Phillies win the World Series. The following January, the Eagles went to the Super Bowl. (One of two times they went, but they've never won--the Super Bowl. They have won the championship once when I was very little. lol)
Memories of a wonderful beginning of a fantastic marriage and a wonderful honeymoon....why? What did you do in your honeymoon, if your sports team wasn't winning?
33 years ago, at this moment, we arrived in our honeymoon suite.
(Earlier today, hubby played "our song"--Babe by Styx.)