Game on
I don’t watch a whole lot of football, normally. Living in San Diego, it’s kind of depressing. We have the Padres and the Chargers. Now, I know my husband will disagree vehemently, but they aren’t very good. He will defend the Chargers to the death, but they never win much, and it’s sad to get your hopes up over and over and over only to be robbed of glory each and every time. No fun.
I can say this because I grew up in Boston. Back then, the Celtics and the Lakers were in the midst of their killer rivalry, Larry Bird was the man, and it was fun. I see my relatives on Facebook getting to gloat year after year because they are Patriots fans through and through, and when you look at the overall trajectory of their team compared to, say, the one in my neck of the woods, they are doing pretty well.
As far as playing goes, I wasn’t much of a sportsman myself, being too far buried in books to really bother with such trifles as team sports. It wasn’t until I discovered tennis that I really found a sport I could sink my teeth into. For me, being the uber competitive solitary wolf that I was, this was the ticket. BLAM, I would smack the ball, and SMASH it at the opponent, and I never had to worry about complex game plays or counting on other people not to blow it for me.
It was me, my racket, and the ball. One time- just one- my coach decided to try me on a doubles team, which ended in disaster. The other player and I never really figured out how to work together; we’d both rush the net every time, tripping over each other to get to the ball. She, too, was a lone wolf. So back to singles I went, and the glory and the anguish mine and mine alone. Man, I miss that game.
But I digress. My point is, yesterday’s games were actually fun to watch, close and dramatic and high stakes. I like it when it’s like that. I like the pressure and the excitement of it all, so I sat down with Brody and watched both championship games with actual interest, which I usually have to feign. So even though I’m not vested in the final outcome, yeah, I’ll watch the Superbowl and hope it’s good. And if not, at least I hear there are some good commercials in the works.
As I watched Brody zoom around the yard in circles this afternoon, pausing only long enough to rumble over Koa or try to take out one of the kids, it struck me that he would probably be a pretty good football player. From an early age, he was a particularly athletic dude.
It would definitely be something rough and tumble. Football, I think, or rugby.
He’s even got the stare of intimidation down pat.
Koa, on the other hand?
Shuffleboard or nothing. She’s as cutthroat as a marshmallow.
And Apollo? I don’t know if most cats even function on a level that is compatible with sports.
Championship sleeping? Wait…I got it. Curling. Get it? Because he spends his whole day sitting in a donut shape.
Is your pet a sportsman? What would be their game of choice?
