The Korean team in the current World Baseball Championship series provided an unexpected vehicle for meaningful dialogue between Chazzer and me.
Chas was watching the ESPN II game after the 11:00 news after he got home from work Monday night. I, of course, was farting around at the computer. Chas starts the imaginary play-by-play, having fun with the foreign names. "And Bum Ho gets picked up by Kab!"
I chortled knowingly, hiding my complete and total lack of understanding. "Wow, there's a guy named Bum?" I asked. "And he's not a football coach in big pants?" And that's the extent of my nuanced sports trivia knowledge. It wouldn't take me very far at a cocktail party.
Chas, because he's a man, was, of course, flipping between ESPN and ESPN II. As if ESPN isn't silly enough, they had to create ESPN II, as well as several other obscure ESPN channels. Hey, curling and cheerleading need a media home, don't they?
I did what any normal female would do: I committed the whole thing to song. "Kum Ba Yah," to be specific. With a twist. I sang away gleefully as Chas fed me the team roster.
Bum Ho Lee, my lord, Min Han Son!
Kab Yong Jin, my lord, Jae Hun Chung!
Sun Woo Kim, my lord, Byung Hyun Kim!
O Lord, Dae Sung Koo!
Someone's batting, Lord, Seung Yeop Lee!
Someone homered, Lord, Hee Seop Choi!
Someone's pitching, Lord, Chan Ho Park!
Jae Seo, kum ba yah!
Okay, I'm prob'ly gonna burn in Hell for that, in several cultures and languages, but you do what you can to have a meaningful conversation with your husband. I don't expect him to meet me more than half way when talking about hair care products, for crying out loud.
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