Sarah on Sports

Last night, my sister and I went up to our Dad's house to watch the CMAs on TV. None of us are huuuuuuge country fans, but it was fun to watch all the performances, and all three of us knew more country stars than we thought! But every couple of ads, our Dad had us switch the channel over to the World Series... Indians vs. the Cubs! And as soon as the CMAs ended, we switched right back to baseball. It was the top of the 10th inning and things were close! My sister and I had been planning on heading straight home, but we got caught up in the game and stayed to watch. I'm glad we did!

I am not.. sporty. Not athletic. The only sport I feel comfortable discussing is Quidditch. I was once on a kids basketball team, and I was terrible. Every time I was passed the ball I ended up stepping out of bounds. And even worse, I was once in a small-kid soccer league, and I had NO IDEA what was going on. My game plan was to follow the group of kids running and hope to God the ball wouldn't come anywhere near me. On the unfortunate occasions that I couldn't avoid the ball, I kicked it as hard as I could. In any direction. And the kids on my team hated me.

Lately, my sister has been diligently and patiently teaching me the rules of football... I am a bad student! But I'm making progress. It's funny, all the 20-odd years I've been going to football games, I somehow managed to never learn the rules! I either brought a book or busied myself with people watching and trips to the concessions stand.

But even though I'm no sports fanatic, it doesn't mean I don't like them! I'm enjoying football more now that I understand it better, and I like watching the ads during the Super Bowl. I don't mind watching a little golf because I like to do the golf clap, and I make fun of the golfers. I call Phil Mickelson, Mick Phillison, and I like when Rickie Fowler and Rory McIlroy wear bright outfits and silly golf-pants. I like watching basketball because even though I was terrible, somehow I always somehow pictured myself as the next Michael Jordan. Ahh, to be young and delusional! Watching baseball reminds me of my dad and going to Sky Sox games in Colorado Springs as a family. My sister and I always like to laugh at the players "at bat" songs they pick. Once one guy picked a Miley Cyrus song and we suspected he got a lot of shit for that. Some of my earliest memories are being afraid of Sox the Fox, and being coached to yell "HIT ME THE DAMN BALL!!"

So last night after the CMAs, we watched the last inning of the final World Series game, and I'm so glad we did! Our Dad showed us the tricky board that shows what inning it is, and how many outs, etc. And he pointed out the Indian's coach chewing gum like a madman. And we watched history being made! The Chicago Cubs won the World series for the first time in 108 years! The interviews with the players were really cool and sweet, because it was obvious how much it meant to them. And Dad pointed out all the players heading to the locker room, wearing goggles, ready to pop some champagne!

That was it for baseball this year, but with all this football coming up, coupled with my sister's tenacity, I'm sure to be an expert in no time!

Sarah

P.S. There were so many political ads on that night, it was sickening. WE ARE SO CLOSE

Also, click here to see another sports blog I wrote, in much more detail