Sports...

Sports.

A topic completely foreign to me.

I know nothing of batting, running, kicking, stealing, sliding, catching or any rules that go along side those terms.

Growing up in my house, we watch football sometimes...and usually only during the Superbowl. And still, while I’ve grown up watching it, I know nothing of the sport. I’ve never played sports in my life, I can do the music thing, I can do the art thing but sports are way out of my league.

There was one time that I tried playing baseball, and messed up my shoulder. I tried golfing and accidentally hit my dad with the club while trying to swing at the little ball. I was hit too many times in basketball and don’t have the co-ordination for running and bouncing a ball at the same time. Let alone shoot it into this hanging net that’s way above my head. And I can’t skate so hockey is out.

It’s just a bad scene when sports and I entwine but I wish I at least understood what was happening in a game. I can understand a little bit of soccer and hockey as I have ex’s who played and tried to teach me. I’ve learned a little football from my father and am now in the process of learning about baseball.

But I’m pretty sure that I could never, in my entire life, carry on a conversation surrounding any sport. It’s actually really sad. I wish I understood, or had more motivation to learn. But...I don’t.