Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Confession is Good for the Soul...

Wherein Jay reveals his deep, dark secret: I don't care for organized sports. Never have. A lot of it comes from having been a basketball player trapped in a football player's body when I was a young man. I never had the hand-eye coordination for baseball, nor the inclination for losing teeth prerequisite for hockey, so football and basketball were my options.

I loved basketball, both as a player and as a spectator. Unfortunately, the freak gene in my family that produced a 6' 5" tall uncle missed me, and at 6' tall, ~ 220 pounds in high school I was constantly pegged for a football player. But oh, how I longed to play basketball... Sure, I played intramural and all, but it's not the same. And I grew to hate football, because I would inevitably be asked what position I played.

So... cut to my adult years. I don't *do* sports. I don't root for teams. I don't sit on the couch watching games. I might tune in if the Pats or Sox are in the playoffs, but even then it's just background noise (heresy, I know, and I hope Ahab doesn't excommunicate me forthwith...).

Hell, I'm as crazy motorhead as they come and I can't stand NASCAR.

So... there's my confession. "My name is Jay, and I am an organized-sports-phobe"...

9 comments:

Weer'd Beard said...

I hear ya, Jay!

Seems the part of my brain that most people use for sports I use for politics. What are the standings, what are the chances, who are the next big-shots in the pool.

Still dispite my passtimes that involve tasting fine whisky, shooting firearms, oggling fast cars, enjoying photos of nude women, and watching movies that display all of the above, smattered with foul language.

Yet I suddenly feel so emasculated when I'm in a croud of people watching, or talking about the game.

Odd how that works.

BobG said...

Never cared for the sports scene myself. The only sports I enjoyed much were the martial arts, and they are the only type of sport I enjoy watching. In high school I preferred lifting weights.

Anonymous said...

College football. I am crazy as hell about it. I can watch it from sun up to sun down.

Don't give a shit about pro football. Don't care about baseball much and basketball even less.

But when it comes to college football I have the disease and I have it bad.

Sic 'em Dawgs (UGA)

NotClauswitz said...

Apart from soccer and water-polo I played individualized sports, some martial arts in HS and then Fencing in College. Of course I went to a Hippie Farm College where Frisbee was the main thing...

Anonymous said...

Sic 'em Dawgs . . . shit . . . you UGA folk should take some spelling lessons from us Georgia Tech folk. Dawgs my eye.

UGA -- the best damned high school in the state !!!!!!

[/good natured ribbing, of course]

Anonymous said...

I never said I could spell ;-)

Speaking of Hippie Farms and Frisbee's have you ever played any disc golf Dirtcrashr?

Jay G said...

weer'd,

Now you're scaring me - you must be my "brother from another mother". I have an eerily similar prediliction for politics, and our pasttimes are very similar as well... :)

Bob,

I'm actually thinking about getting into some sort of martial arts training now, possibly at the same dojo as my son.

And the only sport I ever played with any level of proficiency was pocket billiards...

Buck,

HS/College sports are in the same vein as professional. At least there are fewer thugs, though...

dirtcrashr,

Believe me, I know the "hippie farm" feeling. Not one but two state schools in New England under my belt here...

RW said...

Sheesh, I feel sorta outta place as the resident former-jock. :)

NotClauswitz said...

Hi Buck, yeh I played it a bit - but walking around in the redwoods stoned one would easily lose track of the "course" and so then start making-up your own since that was a creative way to play, and then deciding on it was an exercise in loading another bowl or rolling more joints (or doing something with 'shrooms) and then the munchies would get you and pretty soon it was dark... and if you did the 'shrooms, the Santa Cruz woods at night have their own charms. :-)

Water-polo in High School was a good release for the transient, violent impulses that spasm-through during adolescence, and in which I Lettered.