When You Marry A First Baseman

 ... don't complain that they're not a left-handed starter.

This one is for all the sportsball fans out there.

Wife kitteh and I make a really good team most of the time. I'm a strongly-typed ENFJ and she's a strongly-typed ESTJ. I think in broad, colorful, emotional strokes. That seems to drive Tim crazy sometimes as he accurately points out missing details in my posts. 😊

Wife kitteh, on the other hand, is a fantastic one for accurately laying out short-term plans in detail. She knows what almost everyone should be doing all the time and since she is shrewd, experienced and clear-headed, she's almost always right. If you want direction, she's the perfect person.

In baseball terms, she married a speedy center fielder with a great on-base percentage. I married a solid, 162-game-per-season first baseman. Sometimes, life throws curveballs at us and for a short time, we could really use someone else. Conversations turn into something like this.

Me: You need to be a left-handed starter! Why can't you do that? It's so simple. Take the ball with your left hand and throw strikes!

Her: I need a power-hitting third baseman! Why can't you be a little more flexible? Just play third base and hit a lot of home runs!

I drafted a first baseman and she drafted a center fielder. If we wanted something different, we should have picked someone else. It's unfair to expect the other person to be something that they aren't. 

This isn't apropos of any arguments we've been having or anything that's happening in our lives right now, it was just a goofy analogy that popped into my head that I wanted to share.

You're the worst second baseman I've ever seen!
Coach, you idiot, I play catcher!