Even though I am a guy; I can say this with total confidence:
I hate almost all sports with a passion.
I think they are terribly boring and I just don’t see how scores of people find it entertaining to watch people fight over a ball.
I just don’t get it.
I never did like sports, either, though in my younger (late childhood and preteen) days I tried to, I earnestly did.
In this piece, I will try to explain why I don’t care for and even hate most sports.
I think it can stem back to my early to mid-childhood when there were only two televisions in the house and only one of them was cable ready.
My siblings and I wanted to watch kids shows, whereas my dad wanted to watch whatever sporting event was on.
Well in all fairness he paid for the television and the cable service.
It wasn’t just that though when he was watching sports, we had to be quiet.
Children are not quiet though, children make a lot of noise and if they don’t, something is wrong.
But we were commanded to be quiet, even though we were only children.
If we weren’t quiet we were either whipped or put in the corner indefinitely. Sometimes our toys were also destroyed if my parents got angry enough.
If we were to play outside, we were not allowed to leave our yard.
Just going next door to our cousins took an act of Congress worth of permission from our parents.
Going to a friend’s house took even more permission and red tape.
Also, there were no video games until I was almost eleven and no Internet until I was thirteen and a half.
This meant that when sports were on, home life was terribly boring
So not only did I have to stay home and be quiet but if my dad thought the referee made a bad call or his team was doing poorly, he would yell and curse at the top of his lungs. It was not pleasant at all.
If I were to guess the reason why I hate sports, what I just mentioned would be that reason.
I can remember being at school and other kids my age wanted to play football during recess, but I showed no interest. Do you, the reader, honestly wonder why?
I would play on the swings or jungle gym until our underfunded Catholic school’s insurance made them get rid of all playground equipment due to liability issues.
After that happened, I would walk around the school grounds, as I was fascinated by the drainage system and watching the water travel.
Around fifth grade and up to the beginning of seventh grade, I would play sports with my classmates during recess and slightly enjoyed it. At some point in seventh grade, I quit playing sports and would sometimes read magazines in the library during recess. Other times I would just walk around.
I could slightly tolerate playing sports but was still bored to tears watching them.
By seventh grade, we had Internet access, so while my dad watched sports on television, I was on the computer doing research, talking to friends and later writing. My brother was playing video games and my sister was playing next door with my cousins, though she was timed how long she could stay there.
This went on until the end of high school.
After I got into trade school, for the first semester, I would work on weekends, a lot. By that time, I also had a car, so I would go places when not working.
By the second semester, and even after graduation, I was staying with my girlfriend’s (now soon to be ex-wife’s) family.
My soon to be ex-wife loves sports and knows I hate them. While that did cause a lot of tension in our marriage but wasn’t what broke us up. I could be a contributing factor though, especially when she had compulsive desire to watch every single football game there is while leaving me starving for attention and affection. I turned to other sources for attention and affection to fill the void that my wife had caused to open, mostly writing and getting kudos for writing from others.
I don’t think I can ever like sports and I am one of the few straight guys who are like that.
Thank you for taking the time to read this piece. I hope you have been informed and can maybe understand me better…