Cardinals win!!! Now, can I play Sims?
October 29th 2006 18:01
I sat on the computer for an HOUR yesterday trying to get tickets to the ceremony at Busch Stadium that is today. In case you live under a rock (or outside the US) our hometown team won the WORLD Series. ( WORLD being just the United States and parts of Canada of course) They were offering free tickets to wait inside Busch Stadium for the parade to end there, and then you could see the ceremonies etc. I never did get the fucking tickets.
I am not a sport fan. Ironically, I come from a family of sports fanatics. I'm talking "I refuse to wear red for a World Series game because everytime they won, I wasn't wearing red" (my Mom) or "I need to take this shirt off and put on the other one, they're losing! (My sister) or "Hurry up!! Take the head bands off, when we put them on, Detroit got a hit! (My dad) and "Give me the RAlly bat, I always rest my head on the rally bat! (My sister again) It's all in good fun of course, but I just don't get caught up in all that. I have no idea why. I don't know what I am missing inside me that just finds sports so utterly boring, that even though my family is wringing their hands in worry, and then jumping for joy, I sit there wishing it would just end already. I have Sims that need my attention. I wish I were more into it, they always look like they're having so much fun.
One thing I liked about Tony is that he wasn't a sport nut either. I dreamed of having a sport free family. Growing up, I always felt a little left out because I preferred reading to playing sports. There were a few times I attempted, and even though I do have some athletic ability, I just didn't get into it. As we got older though, Tony got more into sports. At first I was disappointed, but now I just accept it. I'd love him even if he was a heroin addict.
We went to a friends house to watch the game that could determine if we would win, which we did. Everyone was so into it. I sat there feeling like a fraud in my red Cardinal jersey, clapping when the times called for it, and jumping at the right moments. It was all an act though. Sure near the end, I felt a twinge of excitment, but I didn't walk around with the grin that everyone else did for the rest of the night.
I just don't get it. I WANT to like it. It would be different if I didn't know shit about baseball, but I do. There was no getting around that growing up with my family. I just don't get into it like others do. I love going to games, but that's more for the atmosphere. I barely watch the game.
I'll try again with football, which I do like more than baseball. Sometimes I will actually turn a football game and watch it.
It's hard to be different. Trust me, it's not always fun.
I am not a sport fan. Ironically, I come from a family of sports fanatics. I'm talking "I refuse to wear red for a World Series game because everytime they won, I wasn't wearing red" (my Mom) or "I need to take this shirt off and put on the other one, they're losing! (My sister) or "Hurry up!! Take the head bands off, when we put them on, Detroit got a hit! (My dad) and "Give me the RAlly bat, I always rest my head on the rally bat! (My sister again) It's all in good fun of course, but I just don't get caught up in all that. I have no idea why. I don't know what I am missing inside me that just finds sports so utterly boring, that even though my family is wringing their hands in worry, and then jumping for joy, I sit there wishing it would just end already. I have Sims that need my attention. I wish I were more into it, they always look like they're having so much fun.
One thing I liked about Tony is that he wasn't a sport nut either. I dreamed of having a sport free family. Growing up, I always felt a little left out because I preferred reading to playing sports. There were a few times I attempted, and even though I do have some athletic ability, I just didn't get into it. As we got older though, Tony got more into sports. At first I was disappointed, but now I just accept it. I'd love him even if he was a heroin addict.
We went to a friends house to watch the game that could determine if we would win, which we did. Everyone was so into it. I sat there feeling like a fraud in my red Cardinal jersey, clapping when the times called for it, and jumping at the right moments. It was all an act though. Sure near the end, I felt a twinge of excitment, but I didn't walk around with the grin that everyone else did for the rest of the night.
I just don't get it. I WANT to like it. It would be different if I didn't know shit about baseball, but I do. There was no getting around that growing up with my family. I just don't get into it like others do. I love going to games, but that's more for the atmosphere. I barely watch the game.
I'll try again with football, which I do like more than baseball. Sometimes I will actually turn a football game and watch it.
It's hard to be different. Trust me, it's not always fun.
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Comment by AnneNY
After reading your post (Sunday evening) I mentioned to Alan.. So St. Louis won the Series... he said I know.. then I mentioned, so the game was what, last night?? He said... um, not it was Friday LOL That's when I figured I'd better start reading a newspaper EVERY DAY!!
Go Cardinals!!!
Comment by Violet