stationed in front of the television watching the Indy 500. We are
not sports fans. I consider myself extremely fortunate that my spouse
is not a maniacal football addict or diehard baseball, basketball or
hockey junkie. I'm the more likely of us to turn on a game though he
is the one who might perhaps know what team belongs to what sport and
which city, and neither of us would last a single round in a sports
trivia fest.
So why is it that we watch the Indy from start to finish and also
plan in advance to see each year's Superbowl? I'm puzzled by it even
as I tune in the pre-game and sit with my soda and chips listening to
droning male voices vamping for hours as mostly sweaty men rip up the
turk or zoom around in circles. Maybe it is our concession to the
American Way or a feint at a tradition. More likely it is just
something we've gotten used to doing instead of leaping on the
highway to recreate ourselves into a lather.
And now to go listen and watch as the commentators try to create
enough drama to keep us seat-edged for a couple of hours of
commercials for beer, gasoline, and men's aftershave.
1 comments:
Beats me why you do it. I tried once, but 500 miles is a long drive to watch people take. Peggy and I watch women's beach volleyball every four years at the Olympics and some of the skiing sports at the Winter Olympics.
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