What Makes Me Cry.

I have a deep, dark confession to make...

Something that my husband has only recently discovered...

I get all soft and goowey - sentimental and sappy - and cry


over


Sports movies!!!

I confess, I am a sports movie sap. I always cry at the end, when the under-dog is in the final, they are coming from behind, the movies slows to a pace that approximates real life x 10, and the hero pulls out an impressive, game changing play. It gets me every time.

Tonight, my darling took me to Cinderella Man. I knew I was done for from the previews. I used to watch boxing on Saturday mornings when I was a kid, along with real wrestling. I loved Rocky... I used to practice box with my brother and sister... I think if the situation was different, if it were a different time or if we lived in a different city, I might have taken up boxing. Perhaps not - I'm not sure I would have the killer instinct to actually hit someone hard enough to hurt them.

Anyway, E is now sorry for taking me. Not only did his hand receive the brunt of my tense emotional climax during the boxing scenes, but he will continue to receive a jabs to the shoulder over the next few days, as I play out my own boxing fantasy.

It is his own fault.

He should know better!