If I hadn't been watching sports, I wouldn't have met der Brucer.
I got started as a scorekeeper for some of the Los Angeles Gay Softball League's teams because my partner at the time, Jason, had joined a team and they needed someone to keep the stats. League rules. It was, of course, the worst team in the league that first year, and they didn't continue through for another season. Neither did Jason and I.

But I was hooked, and moved from team to team the following three years. Then I got bashed by a gang of queerbashers (this was before the term "hate crime" came into fashion), moved to Pasadena, moved again to Orange County...
I happened to run into a former teammate from that first team one evening when I'd gone up to LA, and he invited me to keep score for a team he was going to coach down in Long Beach. I took him up on the offer, and was with that team for two years before it folded. The following season, I hooked up with the team sponsored by Mike's Corral, a somewhat famous bar in north Long Beach, and der B's favorite hangout. We met the night before the first game of the season, had a ravishing time together, and since it was raining the next day got to spend the entire time talking instead of my keeping score.
Der Brucer followed me to the games for the next six seasons, sometimes grumbling sometimes not. After Mike's Corral was sold (legal problems), I switched teams again, but the whole scorekeeping business was getting tiring, with too many egos too easily bruised. After that sixth season, we decided to drop the weekly Sundays spent at the ballfield. Der B retired, got us involved with politics, and I've had little reason to look back.