When I'm forced to watch sports, (read: when I'm at Anna and Lowell's house and I'm too lazy to get up off the couch as soon as Lowell turns the TV on,) I usually amuse myself by rating the cuteness of each player, (there are some reallyreally adorable guys in sports, and there are some reallyreally homely ones, let me tell you,) or by drooling over the trim, perfectly kept grass in the playing field, (or whatever it's called. "Playing field" makes tons of sense to me,) or by painstakingly deciding which uniform is the most tasteful. (Hey, don't laugh. Choosing the most attractive uniform can be kinda tricky, 'cause sometimes I like the jersey of one team better, but prefer the helmets of the other. And this makes for a complicated situation, since I usually cheer for the team whose uniform I decide is the best.)
In other words, I don't care one iota about the game itself. Points, goals, fumbles, bumbles, passes, crashes - all those things mean zero. I don't even really know what the quarterback does in football.
But the other night, I found myself actually interested in the baseball game Lowell was watching. Yes, I know. Shocking.
Should I be asking myself some deep questions about this?
Should I be worried?
Excited?
Fulfilled?
None of the above?
Maybe aliens came and stole away a part of my inward being, replacing it with a part that actually tolerated a game of baseball.
Well, I would take more time to continue this soul searching, but I'm slightly hungry, and food is waaay better than anything remotely sports related.
Oh, wait.
I'm back.
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4 comments:
It's sad that you can spell "quarterback." you know WAY too much about this stuff.
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If I were you, I'd be worried..if now you've been desensitized to the nothingness of this idle game, one day you might get a favorite team & actually WANT to watch it. (10 years of Thanksgivings with Lowell?) If I were you, I'd try to redeem the time & ask Anna if there is anything you can do around the house to help. Don't they have books to improve your mind on on the shelf somewhere? Why, I even believe a Countryside or Country Living magazine would be better than football. Yes, my dear sister, I would be worried....
LOTS of good memories of family time spent watching baseball come playoff/World Series time, so it's just in your blood Katie!
I love to play sports (I know, a foreign concept to you, Katie) but I'm not a huge fan of watching them. However, of all the different types of sports, I can enjoy baseball more than anything else. It just makes sense to me. Football never made sense - seeing how hard you can clobber another guy or (more amazingly)being willing to BE clobbered yourself over a ball? Come on.
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