I love sports. Not playing them--I was always too skinny and uncoordinated to be good at sports. But watching is a different matter. Especially when I'm under the weather. This spring when I suffered excruciating pain from a pinched, inflamed sciatic nerve, I comforted myself with reading potboilers and beach books, eating large quantities of cheesecake and watching sports on TV. I watched the NBA playoffs Hooray for the Spurs. I don't much like LeBron James, unless he becomes a Houston Rocket. Then he'll be my fave.
Growing up in a football town, with both Friday night lights and Saturday Longhorn games, in the fall, I stay glued to the TV. Yes, I watched every one of the miserable Texans games start to finish. I am a football masochist.
The past two weeks, even though my pain is almost gone, I spent my spare time watching Winbledon. .I am fascinated with players' quick decisions and strategies on the court and with their off-court personas.
I don't get soccer though. I understand they have to make a goal, but all those guys running around the field, hitting the ball with their heads sometimes, referees holding up yellow cards (I don't know what the cards mean exactly--only that they're not good).
Anyway, the World Cup is passing me by.