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We've created a monster!

If you don't know my father or brother let me spell it out to you; they are sports-obsessed freaks!!! Seriously, I used to cover the Yankees people, I've been around sports geeks, but they top the cake. When I met Ciccio it was refreshing to find a man that didn't let a Browns game stop him from seizing the day. I love sports, but they don't define me or own me. Like many Ohioans, I'd prefer people schedule their weddings around the Buckeye games, if they must marry in the fall. Yet I'll still attend if not. My dad, not so much. So like I've mentioned before, I've always wanted Ciccio to appreciate sports, just not turn into my pops or bro. Unfortunately it seems this may be out of my control now.........

Do you see that smile on his face? Maybe some of you are thinking,"he'll get over it, it's just a phase." Well,  you are wrong. When Ciccio sets his mind on something, he goes for it with gusto!! Sunday was his first lesson at Foxfire Golf Course. He had never even picked up a club before, but now he has informed me that he is going to go every Sunday.

"If you or your Dad want to come with me, that's great, but if not, I'm going on my own!" Ciccio explained.

Monday night instead of watching the Real Housewives of New Jersey, Ciccio insisted on watching a golf instruction infomercial. He even called his friends in Trani, Italy to talk about opening a golf course there. What really set him over the edge though was my Grandpa making him clubs and hooking him up with this vintage leather bag. "I'm the happiest golfer in the world!"

He looks the part now, he just needs to "concentrate on finding the ball" and while he's working on that, I'll be mourning the loss of my once NOT sports-obsessed husband.