I don’t like watching sports.
At least, not on TV anyway.
There is something about sitting down to spend an afternoon of my life watching people I don’t even know run around a field and get
paid too much money to do it that makes me want to take a nap instead. For some sports (ahem, football), the game moves too slow, and I get bored, and I don’t even know what’s going on half the time (or all the time, see: football).
But despite my lack of motivation to learn the rules of most professional sports (except my one true love, soccer), I always find myself wanting to attend live games, but never doing so. There’s just something about being there, being apart of the energy, the madness, the passion, that makes anything else irrelevant (like, say, not knowing what’s going on, ever).
Today, I finally went to my first major league baseball game. I know, I know, you’re thinking how could someone go that long in life without ever going to a ball game? Well my parents weren’t into the sport when I was younger, so we never went to games, and up until this point I haven’t sought out an opportunity. So when one presented itself- or, just sort of fell into my lap- I jumped at it. And ended up surprising myself.
I ate my hot dog without a plate and drank my pepsi out of my souvenir cup and got annoyed at the people in my row every time they needed to get by. I clapped and smiled when my team scored and made
faces when they didn’t. I let go and just let myself enjoy the experience. Sure, I didn’t always know what was happening, and I sometimes got distracted and missed a good play, but overall it was a great time. I’m not saying I’m going to go home and start watching baseball on TV, but it’s definitely something I’d do again.
Even football, whose concept, in my opinion, is ridiculous (a bunch of sweaty, fat guys jumping on top of each other every five minutes? no thanks) would probably be a lot of fun to watch live. Sure, maybe the game is boring to you, or the guy next to you keeps sloshing beer on you, or your friend won’t speak to you because you keep asking too many questions. But when you’re there, you get caught up in the excitement of it all, so none of those other things end up mattering.
I know most people are sports fans. This isn’t news to them. But for those of you
like me, who usually turn your nose up at the thought of watching athletes play a game you could be playing yourself, I recommend you give it a chance.
You’d be surprised how wrong you were.