This gives me the shivers. My ex-husband was obsessed with his sport. First it was cricket, all weekend, every weekend April to October including all Bank Holidays plus the midweek practice, committee meetings. Also used most of his annual leave playing during the week. Winter was indoor nets and umpteen meetings. His excuse was he'd been playing since he was 14 and it was unfair of me to expect him to stop, total guilt trip. We couldn't go on holiday during the summer, even got married out of season abroad. I felt trapped.
Roll on a child and I stupidly thought things would change. Nope, guilted me big time. Went on tour when she was two months old. Eventually I had enough and threatened divorce. He gave up Sundays and the cricket eventually died, probably due to his age.
So he switched to golf and despite me threatening divorce it ramped up again. He had a secret arrangement with my mother. Took our daughter round there on Sundays and disappeared to play. I also suspect he was having trips abroad. He worked away three days a week. He would turn up looking very tanned.
The marriage died a death. He was so absent that he was like a lodger not a husband although I can remember him drunkenly telling me one night how happy and fulfilled he felt and if he could only give me some of his fulfillment. I wanted to punch him.
I went to therapy where I realised he was actually dismissive avoidant. He was using his sport and job to avoid both me and our child. I am so glad I got out. Anyone who puts his hobby ahead of his wife and child deserves to be alone. Never again.
I suggest you seriously consider whether you want to be second fiddle to a hobby. I wasted the best years of my life hanging around waiting for him.