[Essay] This is definitely not sour grapes.

On this morning's news program, the Ohtani couple was walking the red carpet.

Shohei, is your face smaller than your wife's?

The height difference and everything else is so well-balanced.

With a child born to them, is this what they mean when they say someone is the picture of happiness?

While biting into my breakfast toast, I couldn't stop muttering with envy.

Shohei Ohtani.

Is he the perfect human image created by AI?

Even though he is a Japanese athlete, his success is so great that I wonder if there is anyone in America who doesn't know him.

During the 2023 WBC, even I, who am not particularly a baseball fan, rejoiced at Shohei's performance and followed him as a casual fan for a while.

There must have been many women in the world who wanted to marry such a superstar.

For a woman in her late 40s like me, unless I have extraordinary sex appeal or wealth, it would be a sin to even wish for marriage, so if marriage is impossible, couldn't he at least become my son-in-law?

I'm saying that as if I've lowered my expectations significantly, but it's a dream that is completely out of my league.

Many women in the world who held such dreams must have been completely devastated by the big news of Shohei's marriage. However, seeing his partner, who seems tailor-made for him in terms of size, appearance, and background, with no flaws whatsoever, many must have gracefully stepped aside.

Ah, they are people from a different dimension no matter how you look at it... I watch the TV and feel crushed.

Then the program continued with an interview with Shohei.

When asked, "What is the highlight of your fashion today?" he thought for a moment and gave the uninspired answer, "There isn't really one."

Seeing that, my husband muttered, "He's probably a boring guy when he's away from baseball."

Who do you think you are?

But wait a minute?

Even though he is centered on baseball, is almost never home due to games, and even when he is home, he prioritizes sleep and goes to bed immediately, maintaining a global superstar who includes all those things is a difficult feat.

It might be true that life is boring once you step away from baseball. Perhaps I am just a man who has nothing but baseball.

When I think about that,

my husband, who tells our buzz-cut son, "If you use it, put it away properly!" regarding the hair iron our daughter left out in the bathroom, is incredibly annoying and bothersome, but
he is also kind of funny.

I would rather be a funny middle-aged man than a boring superstar; that is true happiness.

Knowing your own limitations in all things is the key to happiness.

Let's finish on that note.