Moving to Indianapolis the year the Colts won the Superbowl was eye-opening. For the first time, I lived in a city with a professional football team. I saw blue everywhere. Practically everyone in the city wore jerseys on game day. I had to pretend as if I knew what game people were talking about because they assumed I had watched it. I actually knew what Peyton Manning looked like. It was a big change for me.
I grew up with Karl Malone and John Stockton leading the Jazz so of course I loved basketball. In high school, I actually played basketball (ha!), was a cheerleader (double ha!) and rarely missed a sporting event. I had school spirit. In college, I still went to football games but it was by no means a regular thing. The only time I had school spirit was when I would go to a game with our longtime rival. My sports enthusiasm began to wane.
I still like to watch sports live but I hate spending money on it. And watching sports on TV just doesn’t happen (except for the Olympics because I’ll watch that day and night). I’m pretty much a Cliffs Notes fan. Sometimes I prep myself before church so I don’t appear to be completely out of the loop. But, if you know me well, you’ll know that I only know the score because I looked it up after the fact or saw someone’s status on Facebook proclaiming the outcome. Sorry. I know it may be shocking and cause for alarm. Pardon my apathy.
Despite my complete lack of desire to watch sports, I am a HUGE sucker for sports movies. I love them. LOVE THEM. I get just as excited when I have a new sports movie in my Netflix queue as when I have a chick flick. I love the underdogs. I love the fighting spirit of the athletes. I love the team spirit. So maybe, just maybe I would watch more sports live on TV if it would have better cinematography, dramatic music, close-ups in slow motion and be over in under 90 minutes.