Take me out of the ball game
Most who know me, know that I'm not a sports enthusiast in any way. Playing baseball, hockey, basketball, you name it, just pains me. For me, a key benefit of coming out was I officially had a justification for my lack of sporting prowess. Not that all gays are bad at sports; I know number that are quite exceptional athletes. And, no I'm not just talking about my lesbian friends. On the other hand, I have no coordination and even less interest in sports or sporting events. If given the choice, I'd rather watch than participate. I save a good bit of face that way and can zone out when I need. My preference for watching come down to overall duration and eye candy factor. In descending order, I would say it would be rugby, football, basketball, hockey, baseball and then NASCAR. I'm not even sure if NASCAR qualifies as a sport or if it's just a way to make inbreds dizzy after drinking a lot of Pabst Blue Ribbon. Rugby takes the coveted first spot. First, they very efficiently limit the game to 80 minutes. The time commitment is far better than a baseball game that makes me long for that awful Michael Bolton concert I once sat through. And secondly, the players are generally easy on the eye.
All of this said, it remains to be seen if E will be a big jock or if she'll want to play Barbies and have tea parties. Of course, I'll support whatever makes her happy and will go to every baseball game, if that's what she wants. I'll just bake some snacks in my Easy Bake oven before we go.


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