One of
the reasons I fell in love with HoneyBunch was his love of sports. He made it clear that the woman he married
had to love the Dallas Cowboys. (I did.) I told him the man I married had to
love the San Antonio Spurs. (He did.)
We
both agreed baseball was best watched live, but he kept secret that he has a
terrible TV addiction to professional golf, though I would have agreed to marry
him anyway.
This
love of sports runs in his family. His
parents are avid St. Louis Cardinal fans, his older brother races cars and
yachts, and his younger sister lives at the gym. In fact, she and her daughter teach classes
there.
My
family was never much interested in sports.
Only my sister Mari and I have ever taken a gym class aside from those
required in school or college. Mari and
I have joined gyms, taken dance classes, and walked or jogged many a mile, and
our kids carry on the legacy. Both her daughter and my three have been in
extracurricular sports and can watch a game with a better-than-average
understanding of the rules.
I
love games and sports are just that – physical games. Like in life, they have
rules. There are breaks, and there is
bad luck. The good guy doesn’t always
win, but sometimes, the real winner isn’t the one with the trophy – it’s the
one who demonstrated the most persistence, integrity, and courage.
The
San Antonio Spurs lost their bid for the NBA Western Conference Championship,
but I could not be prouder to call them my team. I have been a fan of theirs
since the mid-seventies.
Football
season is a long way off, and until then, we will be watching a lot of
professional golf on TV.
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