When I was a little girl, we would try to change the station from the baseball game while my dad was dozing on the couch. His eyes would pop open and he'd say, "I'm listening to that!"
On Saturday nights, I could hear the Gillette jingles playing before the boxing matches started. He was one of the most peaceful men I know, yet he really got into listening to "the fights".
Of course, all football season we watched all the games we could. There was a time when they didn't play every night of the week, and we couldn't always see our teams. When I was a young bride we spent a time in beautiful Virginia. We could never hear a Big Ten game or a central division pro football game. It was a period of excruciating deprivation!
While my kids were growing up every month there wasn't snow on the ground I could hear, "Thump, thump, thump,................thump, thump, thump" of a basketball outside the kitchen window. Both my girls played basketball at school, and the boys played at home for fun with their dad.
Once they got into school, we got to see girls' basketball, boy's football, plus one wrestler, two track runners, and meals at all times of the evening during all the sporting seasons.
GoodGuy was a golf coach when he was teaching, so now I have learned to appreciate golf, and he's a baseball, football, track, and tennis fan. The team doesn't seem to matter---the play's the thing. So I tolerate baseball, love football, endure track, and enjoy tennis.
I can't imagine what life would be like without television and the ability to watch sporting events! And we don't even follow pro basketball, or hockey, or Nascar! I never realized what a big part sports have played in my life, even though I'm not an athlete, don't own a cheesehead or face paint, or have a season ticket to anything.
If you're a fan, you know just what I mean. If you aren't a fan, I think I can hear you yawning. (Leave a comment anyway.)
