I enjoy watching a game now and then, and can enjoy watching impressive athleticism or a big event like the World Cup or Super Bowl or the Olympics, but I don’t really get the people whose non-work conversation seems to revolve solely around how the Knicks or Ranger’s game was last night, and who get up in their outfits week after week to go yell and scream. Intellectually, I understand that there is some tribalism going on, but I generally feel pretty silly taking part in it.
I get that - particularly between men - it’s an innocuous topic to open a conversation on in a social setting where there’s not much else to say, but quite frankly I’d rather just talk about the weather, or how the woman in the corner over there is distracticly hot.
When it comes down to which team to root for in a sporting event, I always decide based on “Who do I want to be in a good mood when it’s over, and which team would that mean rooting for?” Usually that’s based on who will throw the best party if they win, and am I going to be invited.
I have an easier time with sports that I play and enjoy (even if not regularly), so I tend to like watching tennis, soccer/football, and cycling, but even so, I can’t really be bothered to follow it closely. I run too, but couldn’t care less about competitive running.
When I was a kid, I was never good at sports. So to me it seemed pretty hypocritical to talk to other kids in school about how great or how badly some team or athlete played, when I wasnt’ very good at it either. My parents didn’t care about sports either. So that set the stage for a lifetime of nerddom for bgac.
I realize as an adult that part of the problem was that I was one of the youngest kids in my class. From ages 7-14, a year can make a big difference in one’s physical abilities, particularly versus kids older than me, but back then, all I knew is that I was always last to be selected for a team, and it didn’t feel good. By the time I had matured, I figured I just wasn’t good at sports, so didn’t do them much, which indeed meant I wasn’t good at sports - a kind of viscious circle. As an adult, I discovered that while I was no athlete, I am not bad as I remembered being as a kid.