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I don't hate sports; I'm just not crazy about them. I'm an Alabama fan, but I only watch one, maybe parts of two, football games a year. (My husband has threatened to revoke my fan status as he claims I only watch the games if he bothers to find out when they are and turn them on for me. He just doesn't understand the depth of fanship in AL.) Sometimes I almost wonder if certain men, like my husband, see sports as an art form. There's something exciting and riveting about watching a bunch of people huddle around a ball of some sort and sweat, grunt, bodily threaten, and exhaust themselves and each other. And occasionally, I don't mind watching or attending a game, and I especially enjoy them if the game is close.

If I had to choose something athletic to do, it would probably be gymnastics, or colorguard, or winterguard. And yes, I realize all of those have something to do with dancing or rhythm. And while most Baptists gasp in horror at the very d-word, I happen to think there are certain forms and styles of dancing that are okay and even appropriate.

I guess sports like basketball and football and volleyball have their own sorts of rhythms and movement, but it's just not quite as enthralling to me. I probably don't hate such events as much as Bobby hated the Nutcracker (I was unfamiliar with the storyline and we left during the intermission thinking it was over, only to learn later it wasn't. I've never been able to convince him to go back. I think he'd like Riverdance better but the tickets sold out as soon as it went public.) but I can't say I've ever looked at an empty Fri night on my calendar and thought, "I wonder if there's a ballgame somewhere?"

So do you think our interests in athletic-type events are much like our concepts of art - it all depends on either what you've been taught or what you simply like?

Comments

Jennifer said…
I wish our Sunday calendars didn't include football games!!! I don't grasp in horror with the "D" word either. I took aerobic classes last year. Although the music wasn't the greatest...I loved "dancing" and following the routines! I think you would be good at it.
andy said…
I love to fish. Some people say there is an art to fishing but i do not believe fishing is an art. I love nascar and there is an art to driving at high speeds but I would not call racing an art. I dont know if sports and art are one in the same but they are similar. No matter if you are interested in sports or arts, it is an escape from the stress of every day life. Even the prehistoric cave man drew pictures on the walls of caves which is skill that did not provide him with food nor shelter.

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