Sports

I can't believe I'm watching March Madness!  (I didn't even know what it was until this week). Due to early-onset athletic deficiency (last to be picked on every team, for example), I have never had an ounce of interest in sports.  If someone so much as mentioned a game of ping pong or pool in somebody's  garage, I was the one to go wash the dishes, just to get as far away as possible. 

Marcus, along with a friend of his, is doing the commentary for VCU radio.  So we turn on the games on CBS without sound, while we listen to VCU on our phones.  I am amazed at the scope of his knowledge about sports, all sports, and his ability to recall stats on the spot whatever game he's announcing.

It makes me think about how we all choose our unique paths--based in large part on what is loved and enjoyed in our first homes.  Whether music, sports, animals, cooking, or reading, it's likely that those seeds are planted in early childhood.  

I remember being at their house when Rutgers was playing, back when Marcus was just a toddler, how they all put on Rutgers jerseys and took sandwiches and snacks to the basement for game night.  In those days I might have glanced at the game from time to time, but mostly I was fascinated to see a whole so INTO the game.  Even Day--who used to be pretty sports-averse like her mama, but last year coached girls' football at her high school! 

Buffalo Bills--the whole family, including Leary aunts and uncles and cousins, watch every single Bills game, without fail, all wearing jerseys and texting back and forth throughout the game.  

I didn't get it, until now--when the Pritchett/Harris/Leary's texts go on from start to finish. 

I might be starting to be a little bit of a sports fan!