I got in trouble last night for reading poetry on my phone. I blame it on the Poetry Foundation’s new app for my iPhone. It is too easy to pull up a poem while I am in bed waiting for my husband to finish brushing his teeth or something of that nature. I’m sorry that he decides to get in bed once I am mid-poem and has to wait for me to finish reading. And if I love the poem, I will spend an extra minute or two adding it to my favorites, sharing it on my Facebook or Twitter, or even reading a little more about the poet and then maybe reading another poem or two from them. You can see how easily the cycle perpetuates itself. So, am I getting in trouble for reading poetry, or am I in trouble for being a technology fanatic?
I liken all this to a lot of men’s passion for sports. Let’s talk basketball more specifically. The NBA Finals are in full swing. When my husband wants to turn on the television to catch a score on SportsCenter or just a few minutes of a certain game, I don’t get upset about it and feel completely irrelevant. And I know that just like a Lay’s potato chip, he can never have just one. One minute turns into an hour…it is a mean cycle too. I long ago resigned to the fact that my husband loves sports, many of them, and when he is watching a game or highlights, he is indulging in his passion and will pay attention to me after that. I don’t try to have a conversation with him while he is mid-game or try to distract him with imaginative things. It is what it is. And he does it in bed too.
I guess what I really should be worried about this year is the NFL and them possibly not having a season. I love football, but I love poetry more.