My life currently revolves around sports and I really don’t like sports. I am used to being bombarded by football this time of year. After thirteen years with my husband, how can I not be used to football. The funny thing is that, though I still complain like it’s brand new, I actually know a lot more about football than I’ll admit. I realize this when I’m sitting in a meeting full of men and I’m holding my own with the football talk. I still don’t like it.

I’ve yet to understand the reasoning behind watching every game that is being played. When I was in college at Eastern Michigan University, I was a huge Eagles fan. I went to all the games (rain, snow or shine) and screamed myself horse. Now that I’m not a college student, I find myself vaguely interested in their win/loss ratio, but that’s about it. My husband works for the University of Michigan and has been a Michigan fan for most of his life. Thus, I understand why he wants to watch the Michigan games and I even understand why he wants to watch all of the other Big Ten games. I have trouble following the logic that he has to watch all the other games, because one of those teams might (MIGHT) be the team that Michigan plays in the post season. Sigh.

This year, I still have the Detroit Tigers to contend with. As long as I’ve lived in Michigan, baseball has been long over for Detroit by now. This year, they’ve made it all the way to the end…in fact, they are playing as I’m writing this post. It’s not that I have anything against baseball. I’ve even found myself sitting down to watch an inning or two. After all, it’s exciting when the home team is doing well. It’s just that it’s one more sporting event that is lighting up the magic box in my family room.

The third sport is NASCAR Nextel Cup racing and, unfortunately, that’s mine. Three years ago I would have been the last person that would have been religiously spending my Sunday afternoons watching a bunch of cars driving in circles at high speeds. I would have laughed if someone told me that I would. Yet, the company I work for has NASAR teams and, thus, each week you find me glued to the screen, watching the ticker at the top of the screen to find out where my drivers are. So, maybe I do understand my husband a little bit – but I never hesitate to point out that he has way more games/races than I do.

I have no doubt that with husband’s love of sports (football and basketball primarily) that my son will learn to love them too. It’s a good Daddy/Son bonding experience so I’m not going to be too upset about the whole thing. However, I will tell you that I’m pretty relieved that we Koreans don’t get that tall. I can handle watching my baby sitting on the couch with his Daddy, yelling for his team to move that ball…but, I’m just as glad that he won’t be quite big enough to play those very same sports.