Casey and I have always liked different TV shows. We have a group of shows that we both like, although that group is drastically shrinking, and we each have TV shows that only one of us likes. It has been that way for our entire marriage.
Early in our marriage Casey loved to watch Sex and the City, and I loved to make fun of Sex and the City. It only took one or two episodes before Casey banned me from watching that ridiculously bad TV show with her. I wasn’t even allowed to be in the same room as her. She took her Sex and the City so seriously that I couldn’t even take a phone call in a nearby room. Interrupting her time with the TV on Sunday nights was asking for a slap in the face.
I had a show that I loved just as much as Casey loved Sex and the City. Casey liked to make fun of that show just as much as I loved to make fun of Sex and the City. My show? The Sopranos. I loved The Sopranos. I couldn’t get enough of The Sopranos. I didn’t tell Casey that she couldn’t be in the room when the show was on TV because she wouldn’t have listened to me anyway. But I also didn’t want to watch the show with Casey in the room. Each week I recorded The Sopranos on VHS and then watched it later in the night after Casey went to bed.
Casey knew how much I hated to miss an episode of The Sopranos, so she watched out for me and she would remind me to set the VCR to record.
Well, this is where it gets awkward—for me at least. You see, we were in the process of trying to have our first kid and we weren’t having much success. Casey had been given a schedule of when to, uh, do the sheet dance in order to maximize the probability that she would get pregnant. It was just as impersonal as that, too. We had certain days of the week and certain times during those days where we had to do the ramba pamba.
One of our scheduled nights fell at the time The Sopranos was supposed to be on TV. As we got down to business, Casey suddenly stopped and gave me a serious look. She then said, “did you remember to set the VCR to record The Sopranos?”
I don’t remember what I said or what I did, but I remember thinking why the hell would you bring something like that up right in the middle of the monkey dance? How was I supposed to, uh, get the job done with Tony Soprano on my mind?
The news of James Gandolfini’s death was shocking and sad to hear. He was one of my favorite actors and not just for his role as Tony Soprano. He will be missed, but I will remember James Gandolfini for the rest of my life thanks to my wife.
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