For the Ruth moments, I started off by playing in order, like I always do. Beat the Orioles. OK. This is easy. Decided to skip straight to HOF challenges at the end. For me, this is no easy task. I beat the AL East, 1-0 mainly because of a bases loaded walk. So, I skipped to NL "final" for the heck of it. Yikes.
I'm struggling away. I'm facing Sheffield in the bottom of the 5th, score 0-0. My wife walks into the room mid-pitch and says "hello". I look up to say "hi", wasn't paying attention and grooved a fastball straight down the middle. He blasted a no-doubter 450 feet. My wife says "Yay! Nice one!" I said "that wasn't me". She said "I thought you were good at this game. You play it all the time."
Top of the 6th, down 1-0. Scratch out 2 walks, then my newly acquired Posada hits a 3 run HR. My wife says "Awww... another HR? I'm sorry." I said "that was me this time". She said "Oh. Did you put it on an easier setting?"
Married 22 years. Love her to pieces. Still.