by thetallguy747 » Sun Mar 13, 2011 11:25 pm
Oh man -- you've got me laughing so hard my sides hurt!!! I'll tell you how I met my wife: I was dean of students at a small college in Michigan. We were having our annual ice cream social for freshmen and transfer students the Sunday before classes started. I saw two transfer students, male and female, standing off alone looking nervous among all the kid freshmen, so I went over to make them feel welcome. Turns out it was our two new math professors -- one being my (now) wfie, Kathy! The following Saturday was our opening football game. My best buddy and I were yelling at the officials about a botched call when suddenly that same math professor, 10 rows down, turned around and informed me the officials got it right, quoting chapter and verse the pertinent rule in the NCAA Div II rulebook. That's when I said, hmmmmm, I need to get to know this chick a little better. LOL A couple weeks later she called me asking for advice on working with one of our dumbsh -- uh I mean, learning disabled students. I told her I'd tell her all about it over some beer, if she was buying. The rest as they say is history. LOL
She was responsible for resurrecting my softball career. I had "retired" due to chronic hamstring problems. She put me onto a strength and stretching routine and as a result I became a faster, injury free baserunner. We put together a faculty/staff team and played for 8 years in the city league. She was the only woman in the league. She taught me the proper technique for running the bases, which made me even faster. She taught me how to hit to the opposite field, which I learned was really fun. And toward the end she also taught me how to hit left handed, which was a total blast.
In addition to being a math professor, she also was assistant (meaning volunteer) coach of the college's women's softball team. At one point we decided to take up golf. We bought our clubs, then instead of taking lessons, we went out to one of the local courses where the good players play and just sat and watched all morning. She said, OK, I've got it. Then she proceeded to teach me how to golf.
In short, she's a really good coach.
And she has no sisters. She does have one brother, but he's really really ugly. LOL
Kevin A
P.S. For our honeymoon we saw one game at each major league stadium in the midwest. And that was HER idea!