We continue the challenge.
See the blog Expatriatism for a list of the other worthy participants, including my artist niece, and links to their daily drawings.
Day 2: Our assignment was to draw our Favorite Sport.
Um, sure. Okay. Sport. Yeah, right.
Maybe you should know that growing up my “sport” was playing classical piano and drawing cartoons. No Little League. No Pop Warner football. I was terrible in P.E. (and hated it). I could not do a single push-up or pull-up, and never ran a mile–in any time without stopping (and gasping for breath).
Well, I have enjoyed watching some sports over the years. Mostly (American) Football. I can enjoy a game of that, usually with the sound off–those announcers are so annoying, and state the obvious:
[Play-by-play guy]: He caught it!
[Color guy (i.e. has-been football player)]: Yes, I used to cacth ’em better when I was….
[Stats guy, interrupting]:(quick check of internet stats) and he’s only the first to catch a 33-yard pass from a right handed quaterback on an odd day of the month when the moon is in Gemini.
[Play-by-play guy]: Yes, he caught it!
But seriously, my feelings about football changed when I myself became a star. My name was drawn in a context and I could win tickets to the Pro Bowl in Hawaii if I defeated some other guys in kicking field goals during the Charger game half time.
I knew I would lose, but I quickly agreed to miss a few field goals in public in order to get free tickets to that home game, plus a gift certificate.
My wife and I enjoyed 4 days in Honolulu, not to mention the Pro Bowl, because of my field goals, which were, of course, among the true miracles of the 20th Century.
Kickin’ It has have a different meaning to me ever since.