I likewise followed my wife last week, to Charlotte, where the Sun won its first-round playoff series against the Sting. Feeling like a piece of cheesecake, I went to the Cheesecake Factory on Friday night with Rebecca and two teammates, Katie Douglas and Brooke Wyckoff. Hanging around these professional athletes, I really did feel like a piece of cheesecake—a WNBA groupie—not least because my tablemates told me, and I quote, "You're a WNBA groupie."
After dinner, in the hotel lounge, discussing who had the league's best braids and worst weaves while watching a WNBA playoff doubleheader, I began to reflect that perhaps they're right, and I really am, like Whiskers the Cat, a little too wrapped up in my wife's work. And then I thought, Oh, well. So be it. This is who I am.