I’m taking my own advice and using prompts from the post I wrote yesterday. Here is my first attempt:
Sports. Not into them. Never have been, never will be. Sure, I enjoy an occasional (very occasional) live basketball game. But, when I say occasional, I mean like once every 10 years or so. I think I got basketball game burn-out back when I was younger.
Baseball bores me to tears. Literally. I feel like crying when I go to baseball games. Because, well…so boring.
I don’t understand football. I’ve tried, I really have. My husband has had to explain, so many times, what’s happening on the field but I usually stop paying attention to his tutorial about 3 words in. Not because I don’t love my husband, but I just don’t care about football.
I’ve haven’t watched a hockey game since I was a senior in high school and I went to watch my school team play against another school. I’m fairly certain that when I say I ‘watched’ the game, it can be taken very loosely. More like…I was socializing while my team skated around on some ice while trying to do whatever hockey sets out to accomplish.
The only positive thing about soccer, as far as I can tell, is that the players are generally better looking than in other sports. What’s up with that?
Maybe I never got into sports because my parents weren’t into them. I didn’t grow up in a home where the guys met up, drank beer and yelled at the television.
We were more into antiques and flea markets. And the theatre. And ballet. Ballet was the sport of choice in my house when I was growing up. I could tell you who all the key dancers were, back then. My room was decorated from pulled out pages of DanceMagazine before they all came down to make room for my other sport, Duran Duran. Yeah, loving them was a sport and I was excellent at it!
When I was younger, I think I felt like a bit of an outcast. Most of the kids I knew were into all the local teams AND our school team. I only went to our games at school because I had a crush on one of the football players (or maybe a few of the football players). I can honestly say..I didn’t know who the Pistons were until my friend Marcie started taking me to the Pistons games with her, back in the 1980’s. I went to a lot of Pistons games back then. But the 80’s..what a time for the Pistons, amiright?!
Half the time, I didn’t know if it was the Tigers or the Lions that was our football team. I’m not kidding. Seriously.
When the other kids were talking about their families Super Bowl parties, though..it would kind of make me a little sad. We didn’t have that and, aside from the actual sporting event, the party sounded fun. Who doesn’t like a good party for ANY reason, right?
As an adult, I still don’t know who more than half the teams are, which name belongs to what sport and where in the heck they are from. Are the college or pro. Are they home or away. Which way are they supposed to run with the ball? Why is their hair so long, aren’t they worried someone is going to pull it out of their head? And what is the point of playing with a ball other than to teach your children eye-hand coordination? Also..aren’t they worried about getting hurt?
I’m a lost cause.
And I’m not sure I care.
I think, however, my lack of sporting interest has rubbed off on my children. They aren’t sport-enthusiasts either. Not just the television broadcasted sports..they don’t even play sports. Unless it’s some sort of video game that includes killing zombies for sport, then they are all in with guns and crossbows locked and loaded.
I happen to have a little guilt about this. Not just because of the lack of exercise and team-sportsmanship. More along the lines of..when all the kids are playing various sports at recess, my youngest son wanders around looking for someone who wants to play an imagination game.
He has no interest in participating in what everyone else is doing.
In some ways, this whole not being interested in sports thing has created more independent, creative thinkers..I’d like to think. Because they aren’t wondering who is going to win whatever cup or trophy teams win, they are thinking about plot-lines for an imagination game to play or…in certain cases (my youngest and oldest son, in particular) for a story to write.
We’ve had them in team sports before…baseball, tennis, basketball and floor hockey, from what I can remember (it’s been awhile, my older kids are old now and so am I). And, while we always made them finish up a season, there wasn’t a single kid that was enthusiastic about participating in the sport they had begged us to sign them up for.
My husband watches an occasional football game but mostly he watches MMA or other sports were guys (and girls) beat the crap out of each other and I sit next to him with my hands over my eyes because omg they are getting paid to hurt each other!
Sports just aren’t a huge thing in my life. Unless you consider Pinning a sport.
And binge watching shows. Because I’ve gotten really proficient at that! Especially while walking on the treadmill.
So tell me, oh wise friend(s)..what about your families? Are you huge sport buffs or are you more like my family, happy to sit and watch House Hunters and cheer when the family picks the house you wanted them to?!