Ya know...
Apr. 27th, 2006 09:47 amI've never understood the appeal of sport. I have often bewailed the fact that we as a society tend to make too big a deal over something that is nothing more than a game that tends to bring out the worst in people. Why, I would wonder, were the football players typically the stars in High School?* What, I wondered, is the big freaking deal? I was evolved past that. I was the sensitive artistic type and could see beyond the base competition.
So, tell me, why was I so excited when Charlie finally hit a ball during practise yesterday? I mean, I jumped up and cheered because my extremely bright and musically gifted son hit a ball with a bat and it didn't go into the foul line.
*Except possibly for mine. I mean, they may have enjoyed the typical BMOC thing one sees portrayed in film and TV, but my school was so big I never really noticed. I hung out with the artists and poets and was quite content, and wouldn't have recognized one of our cheerleaders unless I tripped over her Pom-Poms.
So, tell me, why was I so excited when Charlie finally hit a ball during practise yesterday? I mean, I jumped up and cheered because my extremely bright and musically gifted son hit a ball with a bat and it didn't go into the foul line.
*Except possibly for mine. I mean, they may have enjoyed the typical BMOC thing one sees portrayed in film and TV, but my school was so big I never really noticed. I hung out with the artists and poets and was quite content, and wouldn't have recognized one of our cheerleaders unless I tripped over her Pom-Poms.