October 28, 2002
The Sports Authority...
My boyfriend (GOD! I love typing that!) is a total sports nut. His knowledge about Sports equals my knowledge about shoes. Which could be considered immense.
Now, I'm a fairly intelligent person. I've watched sports my whole life and LOVE baseball, hockey and football. I'm not completely clueless, I was at my first Cub's game when I was 3 and my first hockey game when I was 8. I know all the basics of each sport. I know the general rules. I've even coached my nephew R when he was in little league for 4 years. I know the main professional key "people" in each sport. What I don't know are specifics.
For example, I cannot name or match specific players to specific teams. I cannot throw out statistics about players or teams. I cannot call out and read plays. What I can do is watch and enjoy a sporting event for what it is - a game.
I am a diehard Cub's fan. I am a diehard Hawk's fan. For the entire baseball season, I either listen to the radio, watch the game on the Telly or see it live. I rarely miss a game. In hockey, because the Hawks are owned by a tightwad, unless you actually GO to every home game, you can't watch it at home. You can catch them at a pub, if it's on Satellite, but whose got the time or energy to do that all the time! I only do that for important games. However I try and hit as many home games that I can and the away games I try and catch on the Telly.
However, both those teams lose consistently and I don't get upset. I like to watch them. It's a game. That's all it is to me. Sometimes I get annoyed when they lose, because it seems like such a waste, but I don't lose any sleep over it.
And honestly, I really don't see the need to know how many times Mark Grace has been up to bat and struck out or how many sacks Doug Flutie hasn't been able to avoid. ERA's and statistics don't matter to me. It's interesting when I hear them, but I don't need to utilize any portion of my brain for storing that information. I've already got way too much useless info in there anyways. I can simply look it up on the web if I'm interested.
So last week, some friends were hazing me for not knowing as much as others when it comes to sports.
So jokingly I asked my boyfriend (GOD! I love typing that!) if it would impress him more if I were to begin watching Sports-Center and ESPN religiously. He laughed and said no. (Thank GOD!)
You see, I believe that he's as satisfied with me and my own knowledge base, as I am with his.
As I've mentioned before, I don't want to change anything about him. I like him just the way he is.
He probably cannot tell the difference between a Prada Bag and a K-Mart Bag. He probably cannot tell the difference between a Jimmy Choo Slingback and a Rubbermaid set of flip flops. He probably cannot tell the difference between a Cashmere Sweater from Ann Klein versus a Wal-Mart double knit. He probably thinks that 'Coach' is simply an old TV show and Bruno Magli is an Italian Soccer player.
Which is fine. I wouldn't want him to be able to do that. If he were able to do that - then he'd probably be gay and my future would be limited with him.
I am all girl - thru and thru. I like to shop, I like to talk, I like to watch the BBC. However, I can also hold my own with any sports related activity and I own all my own power tools. I am a tough city girl after all - my pops taught me well. I think I'm a good combination of girly-girl.
Besides, I think he likes the fact that if something happens during a game that I don't understand, that I ask him for help on what it means. Then he can explain it and know that he's teaching me something.
Just like if we go shopping and he picks up a short-sleeve dress shirt, a pair argyle socks or those ridiculous Addias shower shoes, I can quickly explain to him how that just doesn't work. Not that he would of course, as he actually has fairly good style, but you know what I mean.
It's all about the balance.
And...it's all about taking it one day at a time.
Oh, and learning as we go.
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