As love affairs go, ours wasn’t the ‘love at first sight’ mushy-mushy type. Heck, I hadn’t even helped my wife pick her out from the furniture store that had just announced a ‘Black Friday’ sale that transformed genteel ladies into blood-thirsty Amazonian princesses. I had instead, followed the line of my fellow caught-with-no-excuse-to-get-out-of-it-husbands as they made a bee-line for the nearest corner, away from the eye-gouging and cloth-tearing feeding frenzy. Even when it had been delivered to our apartment the next day, I hadn’t paid much attention as I munched down my double patty beef burger with a glass of lemonade. Our love had evolved more organically, as all true romances do. And for that, I had a bat to thank for. While Corona raged […]