The age-old argument about men is that they don’t know how or simply won’t admit when they are wrong. Whether it is refusing to follow directions on assembling a coffee table from Ikea to doggedly sticking to going the wrong way when they know they made a wrong turn on the highway, men are stubborn, and they refuse to admit they are wrong when the cards are on the table.
This weekend, I decided to break the cycle. I admitted I was wrong. Let me lay out the scene for you.
Tied at 3–3 in the bottom of the last inning of my girls softball game, the home team led off with a double.