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Happy anniversary to a wife who knows it stinks being married to a sportswriter
March 15, 2011 - Cory Giger
TUCSON, Ariz. -- Today is my ninth wedding anniversary, and I'm 2,200 miles away from my wonderful wife, Dana, covering Penn State in the NCAA Tournament.
I have a cool job. I admit it. I am paid to watch and analyze games and get to travel to neat places like spring training and bowl games. My wife often comes with me and enjoys those perks. Work for me, vacation for her.
It's the rest of the year, however, that sucks for my wife.
I often go three or four days at a time without seeing her, aside from a goodbye kiss in the morning when I'm 98 percent asleep. I work nights, she works days. I also work every weekend, just about all holidays and am on call to work at all times for breaking news involving Penn State or the Curve.
Don't get me wrong. I love that life. It's the only thing I've ever known, and I would never want a career other than this one, especially some boring 9 to 5 job.
One of the reasons I love my wife so much is that she totally gets me, understands I'm a workaholic, knows I love my career and that many aspects of our lives will never be normal.
We took our honeymoon to spring training in Bradenton in 2002 so I could work covering the Curve. Seriously, what kind of woman is OK with going to spring training on a honeymoon to see her husband work 80 hours that week?
My wife, that's who.
You're the best, honey. You put up with so much, and I love you for it.
P.S. Many of my friends in the journalism profession are in the same boat as me because they work odd hours and don't always get to spend a lot of time with their wives or significant others. God bless Tammy Frank, Ann Marie Franco, Dianne Rudel and many others for putting up with this crazy lifestyle.