Just Sport

Just Sport

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Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt.  These week’s photo was taken at a quaint Argentine restaurant in McAllen, Texas. For more stories like this, visit the site HERE

“I don’t understand what all the hubbub is about. It’s just sports”

Frank spewed his beer across the room. “Just sports! Woman, do you even know what you are saying?”

“I have been patient for over a month. Every day there is a game. Even on the weekday. Do you know how many times I missed Jeopardy? Then just when you think it is over, they add minutes to the end!  It’s all you talk about and I have had enough. It ends today. No more soccer.

“It’s football, not soccer, and today is the final. It’s the game of the century. David versus Goliath. I have to watch it.

“Sorry, but you have to choose”

Frank looked at the face of his beautiful wife, the mother of his children, the woman he loved more than anything else on earth. He looked at the 72-inch big screen TV, the object of his obsession. At that moment, he realized what was important in life.

Frank walked to the hallway where he picked up the car keys and handed them to Diane.

“Sorry darling but go if you must.” This is not just sports. This is World Cup.


NOTE: As I re-read what I wrote, I realize it is a bit sexist, and that was unintentional. Football is not just for men and plenty of women are enthusiastic  followers of the game.  I thought about re-writing so that the fan was a female and the rejected lover is male; that would have been more comical; however, the game is fast approaching and  I have a Lab puppy that might eat the couch if I don’t keep my eyes on him. The story is what it is.