Ya know...

[charliesmum]

I'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.

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[jessii-6.livejournal.com]

Because it's Charlie. And you love him.
Didn't you cheer when he started to walk? I bet you did, even though it is reasonable to presume he would, right?
It's not sports, it's the irresistableness of Charlie :)

Now my highschool not only didn't have the cheerleaders, I'm pretty sure we weren't high on the levels of poets/artistic people too - unless you count the drunken poets. Than we had plenty