My wife and I feel sorry for our friends who lack the sports gene and we wonder if their condition might best be cured surgically or simply through extensive therapy. We, like normal people, will spectate any athletic competition that moves and we can become ardent in support of our team, whoever the hell they are. Let me illustrate my remarks with an anecdote or two.
On our first date, Susan and I shared basic information about each other over coffee. What music did we like? What was the name of our elementary school? (In case we wanted to break into each other’s Facebook account.) What sports did we follow? Susan said: football and baseball. I said: women’s basketball and auto racing. Susan laughed, sure that I was joking. I wasn’t. So we compromised. I became passionate about Susan, football and baseball. She became passionate about women’s basketball, auto racing and, I dared to hope, me.