Okay. Some important games may be coming up soon. One, in particular, I will watch so that I can see the annual show of amazing advertisements.
I know. I’m a dud. I know nothing about sports, have very little interest in them, and have never understood why people get so excited about the art of getting a ball from here to there. There are such easier ways.
This goes way back. In grade school I was the last one chosen for any team in any sport. I made the girls’ basketball team because they needed numbers, but I was replaced as soon as someone new moved into town. I passed a college tennis course (for credit) because I could memorize the scoring rules. I passed a required swim class because I could make it from one side of the pool to the other. I tried golf and found I couldn’t even beat myself.
It was never comforting to see how easily other people did these things. I wasn’t jealous, I simply didn’t care. And I was a lousy fan in the stands because I just couldn’t bring myself to really care who won the damn game.
Still, I want you to know what a good sport I am.
When this picture was taken last fall it was appropriate. I did fall. Just before the picture was taken I had decided to join my two great grandsons in a bowling game. I hadn’t bowled for many years, and then only a few times. I rented the shoes, put them on and lined up. When it was my turn I picked up the ball, inserted my thumb and fingers, turned, tripped over the little step-up, and fell flat . .on the floor . . on the ball. It was crushing a few ribs and a few fingers. (Took weeks to heal the ribs, and one thumb joint is still confused.)
Still ., . .this picture was taken a few minutes later. I had just scored a strike.
I could moan later.
Am I a good sport or what?
P. S. But you should see me bowl, play tennis and golf and baseball on my Wii. right in the middle of my living room. I’m not getting younger . . but I am getting better. And notice I do wear a button to push if I’ve “fallen and I can’t get up.” Darn kids again.