You know, I discovered a passion for playing tennis when I was in high school. Very surprising to me and all the people around me, mainly because I was (and still am) known as the uncoordinated, slow person. What I found out was that my high degree of hand/eye coordination really served me (no pun intended!) well in tennis, since it kept me from having to run around as much as some of the other girls. One of the proudest moments of my life was facing down this (pardon me, but I'm being blunt here) skinny, athletic young woman who obviously felt as though there would be no contest between us and not just winning but kicking tail. Man, in a life where my body just didn't seem to cut the mustard, this was an important moment for me.

Um, yeah. Watching sports, not so much. If I'm roped into watching something with a group (like this football season, go Saints! LOL), I can and do enjoy the athleticism and the friendly jeering and cheering, but I don't seek it out for myself. I figure it's the last vestiges of tribal warfare, done safely on screen or on field, which is just fine with me, since I'm not really made for war, tribal or otherwise. lol