Sports

I love sports. I've always loved them. I love playing sports, I love watching sports, and I love anything to do with sports. I follow sports online, always know the scores from last night, and as my boyfriend loves to tell me, it's sad that his girlfriend cares more about football than he does.

My adoptive parents are not into sports. It was a challenge when my boyfriend first met my dad because my boyfriend loves sports and couldn't connect to my dad over something he always figured would be a given. My uncle taught me about football (I then tried to explain it to my dad but he didn't get it), my uncle taught me to throw a football, and I watch games with my uncles. My grandmother and I discuss baseball, I watch hockey when I'm bored on TV and I'll go to nearly any sporting event I get invited to.

It always made me feel a little big like the alien child. I had to leave my house if I wanted to watch the Super Bowl. I liked weird teams (the Saints oddly enough) and my parents never tried to share that area of my life. My mom tried at one point. She watched the Red Sox win the World Series with me in 2004, and my dad once let me watch football for a half hour before he requested (it wasn't really a request) that I change the channel.

I think you could have knocked me over with a feather when I started talking to NeverTooLate and realized that my love of sports did come from somewhere. It's a pretty common thing to like though so clearly genetics have nothing to do with it. And maybe they don't. Still, SinginInTheRain happens to have a favorite football team. It's the Saints. And all of this happened before they won the Super Bowl.

Weird things like that make me laugh at this point. You can't tell me that I'm not somewhat in-sync with my first family.