In just five days, Ill do something that never seemed possible. Most people expected me to marry somebody who knew the insides of fantasy football, who knew the career statistics of former major leaguer Rafael Belliard and who knew what the four divisions of the NHL used to be called. Whether that type of sports-wacko female actually existed was debatable, but instead, Holly came along. Calling Holly a sports fan would be like calling me an Oprah fan. Her sports knowledge revolves around MTV Rock N Jock softball games and in-state basketball. Holly also had the honor of meeting the Atlanta Braves Chipper Jones once, but I dont think she did so because hes got a mean third-base glove. Yet in the past 1-1/2 years, Holly has been incredibly accommodating by allowing me to make attempts of molding her into a sports fan. Some of it actually has worked. She has seen my love-affair with somebody else, the Chicago Cubs, and how much it tears me up day-to-day. Holly now knows Todd Hundley is a worse catcher than Charlie OBrien and that Cubs broadcaster Joe Carter is the second coming of Mush Mouth from Fat Albert. And I love her every minute for it. It takes somebody special to put up with a sports fans shenanigans such as paying attention to ESPNs Baseball Tonight and her at the same time during our phone conversations. It takes somebody special to go to St. Louis mainly for a baseball game. It takes somebody special to put up with arranging one of our first dates around the finals of the 15th Region basketball tournament. But Holly does have limits. She cant stand boring halls of fame. At a recent trip to Knoxville, Tenn., somebody not named Holly deemed it important to see the Womens Basketball Hall of Fame. Somebody named Holly deemed it worthless, yet she stood through and viewed every lame exhibit and also waited as her soon-to-be-husband just had to hit a three-pointer at the hall of fames basketball court. At least Holly wont ever have to visit the Canadian Football League Hall of Fame. Already been there, and that involves another of Hollys hates. She cant stand football. Despite her utter distaste for football, shell once again sacrifice and attend her first NFL game Oct. 22.Im worried it permanently will scar her from the game of football, but many would face everlasting problems if forced to watch the Bengals and Bears in a not-quite Clash of the Titans. The only thing Holly wont sacrifice for me is the radio. Whenever in the car at night, I love tuning the AM radio and trying to pick up Cubs games. The result usually is static or a blend of Cubs broadcaster Ron Santos groans with dreaded Spanish mariachi music from an interfering station. Thats the only thing Holly wont stand for. But for all the sacrifices shes given me, itd be sad of me not to give the radio to her. One of my pet peeves in sports columns is pure self-indulgence gibberish. Space like this usually shouldnt be used for patting yourself on the back or kissing up to others. Guess I broke that rule today, but oh well. Holly certainly deserves this space of newspaper for me to tell her how much I love her. Rob Herbst is a sports writer for the Daily News.