Day 147 of 1000
I got into a big discussion with a good friend about sports this weekend. I was a sports fanatic until I went to college. In college, I was a Judo fanatic, but started to lose my enthusiasm for things like football and basketball. I went to a few football games in college, but mostly just read the newspaper on Sunday so I could talk trash about the games on Monday. That eventually evolved into consistent workouts with no interest in sports at all. By the time Kelly and Christian came along I hit what I hope was a happy medium–I wanted my kids to get consistent exercise, but no desire for them to be as out of balance with sports as I.
Now, my involvement with sports involves talking trash about sports on Monday (of course I don’t watch the games, but get the scores on the internet). The funny deal is that I derive much more joy in hating teams than liking them. I really don’t like the Beavers anymore at all. I don’t dislike them either. They bore me. Still, under the right circumstances I can be a fan, just not when I am with anyone from Oregon. Well, that is not exactly true–Warren and I STILL have some great conversations about the Beavers, but that is more about hanging out with Warren than being a fan of the Beavers. I derive much more joy hating the Ducks because, well, they are the Ducks. The same can be said for many, many professional and college sports teams because the people who play the games lead such deplorable lives. Tom Brady from New England is a case in point.
All of this brings me quite a bit of satisfaction because my daughter has become a big fan of football. She does not like football for any other reason that Tim Tebow is doing his level best to lead an exemplary life, not to mention that he is handsome, kind, and hard working. Very cool. If she likes football because of model behavior, I can go with that.