Here in the South, we love our sports. Why? I dunno. Personally *I* think it stems from the love of tradition. If it is traditional, we Southerners will take it to the nth degree. Which I happen to love. And no one can deny the benefits of team sports for children.
My son played tee-ball/baseball every season since he was 4 (he's now 11). This was the first year he said he didn't want to play. Why remains to be revealed. I think he was just burnt out on baseball. As a mom and huge baseball fan, I was very disappointed. I love nothing better than spending a hot summer day watching some kids play baseball.
This year his passion is golf. Not my favorite. I might enjoy *playing* golf...but watching someone else play, well, not so much. No one jumps up and yells and fist-pumps at golf tournaments. (Or do they? I've never been to one, but I imagine it is a less spirited crowd.) But he is really a good golfer and I will nurture his talents, what ever they may be.
Last night I watched him throw a football with his dad. For a skinny kid, he really can THROW that ball! And he was catching passes like nobody's business.
I think I might sign him up for football this year. Maybe then I can fulfill my fist-pumping needs.
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