I hate sports. Televised sports that is. Why sit on a couch when you could be out sweating chasing a ball or pounding the pavement somewhere?
Various boyfriends over the years tried to teach me the rules of baseball and football, but little registered. Eventually I fell in love with Steve, and one of the many things that drew me to him was his lack of interest in spending beautiful fall afternoons watching “the game.”
Together we built a home where the TV was never, ever tuned to sports.
Then I had a son. His dad coaches him in soccer and baseball. He also coaches his sister, and our weekends are filled with their games. But playing sports is not enough for Jack. He loves sports with a passion, wants to read about them, talk about them, and of course, watch them on TV. His enthusiasm is contagious. When he calls me in to watch the game with him, it’s impossible to turn him down.
I’ve finally found the right boy to cuddle up with on the couch and watch sports, someone who can teach me the rules of the game, and who can even teach me to love sports, just a little.