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Many people have many happy memories of watching sports and playing sports.
I include this topic for them. It's a stretch for me.
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I got fired from a Dairy Queen owned by a college football coach. That fall the Ohio Wesleyan team, which my brother played on, had a big game against the DQ coach’s team. Wesleyan CLOBBERED them. I screamed like a banshee.
There was great, cathartic joy in my heart.
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(The mascot of the OWU team is a "Battling Bishop,"
Wesleyan being a Methodist school and all.) |
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I remember riding in Idaho and Utah the year Jane fell in love with horses. I even cantered in Arches National Park once (but found it jostling and kind of scary).
My idea of riding is a trail ride with a guide through beautiful scenery. Jane, on the other hand, finds that much too confining. |
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I have no other happy sports performance memories, unless you count winning dance contests at a couple of small parties.  (I can’t follow a partner or do actual dance moves; I just flail about and have fun.) I like to mess around in water but can’t swim any actual stroke. I took a riding class at OWU and fell off the horse. I took a bowling class and at one point I had a posted average of 32: I bowled 64 in the first class and cut the second.
One summer I was a "Bobby Sox." I remember standing in the outfield daydreaming
when a ball came out of nowhere and hit me. I was startled but I didn't much mind.
I guess most of my happy memories of playing sports are just shrugs and being glad I experienced something. Sort of. |
  
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Watching sports with someone you're close to can be quite entertaining and bonding and all, but, other than a few  aesthetically appealing Olympic events, if I turn sports on my telly by myself...
...my eyes quickly glaze over. |
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