I do not watch sports. I guess I am missing that particular gene or something, as I have never been interested enough in a sport to actually spend time watching it. I will play sports (badly) if opportunity arises, but watching other people play them is sheer boredom. If I have to choose between watching sports and going to the dentist, the dentist wins. Granted I cry when I go to the dentist and therefore get candy, but there you go.
When I was but a wee lad of eight or nine, my dad had a friend who had season tickets to the Giants. This friend, may his name forever be cursed, gave my dad a bunch of tickets for double headers. Therefore, on several sunny summer Saturdays, I was driven two hours to
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I had the same experience. A friend invited me to a professional game and it was the most uninteresting event on the planet. The funny (and sad) thing to accompany the boredom was the sun was above my right shoulder most of the day, so I had a roasting sunburn from the top of my thighs to my knees. That looked WEIRD. Not to mention it was radiating heat for about a week. Ouch.
Ow. Boredom and pain at the same time.
My dad used to be a part of a softball team, and my mom and I would go watch dear old Dad play.
I usually futzed (real word, I'm pretty sure) around in the dirt, playing with a metal thing...probably a toy car or miniature nuclear explosive.
You're lucky, j. alexander, my mother never let me have nuclear weapons.
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