It's the cold hard truth.

If my husbands team wins, I get lucky.
I'm guessing this is a secret that wives and partners of sports fans
have known for a very long time.  That is the only reason I can think of
that one would put up with the insanity of fandom.

Everything gets easier when the team wins.
 Pick up the kids at school.  Check.
Approve the renovation. Check.
Buy the new handbag. Check.
Make a donation to my sisters charity. Check.
Meet me upstairs for, Ahem. Check!

You're all good unless your overzealous fan gets tasered while running on the field
like the poor fool in the picture.  You do that, then you don't get anything!

Pitch, hit, home run!
I do love baseball season!