MINNEAPOLIS — Something remarkable and entirely unexpected occurred in my home recently, a request that caused a double-take to make sure an imposter wasn't sitting next to me on the couch.
My wife asked if we could watch a women's basketball game.
This has never happened in our 23 years of wedded bliss. Sure, there have been times when I flipped to women's basketball on TV and maybe she paid casual attention, but never has she requested it. Not only requested it, but then suggested we record the championship game two days later in case we were not home.
