The contrast of a non sports girl and a sports nut

My father is a wonderful man.  We spent a lot of time together fixing cars, piddling with broken things, building stuff, fishing, boating, camping...but never ONCE did I mosey in the living room and find my dad watching ESPN...to be honest the man rarely watched tv and we didn't have cable for most of my life.  It was all about good music, the outdoors and fixing things.  So you would think I would marry someone similar right?  WRONG...My husband lives, eats, breaths sports...I believe it is the love of his life with only GOD, me and the boys before it...he LOVES sports.  I have NO CLUE what he is talking about the majority of the time.  I usually smile and nod.  But now...my fake understanding is hitting much closer to home...Ben is now playing a sport.  So I have created a contrast of my words and Shawn's words...ready...

Me:  Ben are you ready for your game...
Shawn:  Ready to play hard son...keep you eye on the ball...play to win son play to win

Me after a foul ball:  Clapping...nice hit Ben
Shawn:  Now you got the dust off...

Me after not paying attention for ten minutes:   Where's Ben                                                                    Shawn:  He's in the hole
Me:  HOLE...what Hole...he fell in a hole?                              

Me:  When is this over?                                                            
Shawn:We are in the top of the second
Me:   Ben's not on second                                                        
Shawn:   innings Renee innings...

My poor children...all they are left with is me...the woman who sincerely asked...who's the catcher behind the catcher at a baseball game and sincerely wondered why the Washington Redskins would come all the way from the state of Washington to practice at FSU in Frostburg...lol oh my...