JBot Mania

Hmmm…. after my last post about the World Cup I started thinking… there seems to be a trend in my sports team choices. Upon realizing this, I’ll admit, I felt a little pathetic. I felt a little transparent. How did JBot pick the Red Sox and Patriots for her teams of choice? How did JBot learn not to abhor ESPN Outdoors or the practice of fishing? How did JBot come so easily to enjoy soccer? The list goes on and on.

As you might guess, all of these things are things have been important to people I have dated. Had I not met them, would I ever have made these choices? Probably not. Would I even watch sports? Probably not.

So what does this mean?

Maybe I am easily convinced, swayed, converted… Does that make me a sheep or open-minded? In each of these instances someone else gave me a deeper appreciation of a sport or a team. But in reality, I wouldn’t have taken the time without someone sitting me down and saying “JBot, look at this.” I think we all have those things.

As a woman, I think I am put at a disadvantage as far as sports choices go because I am expected to just follow along with someone else. The simple fact is, though, sports are not a high priority in my life, regardless of whether I possess toots or an oodelay. They are not something that I, myself, make time for. Do I enjoy them? Yes.

I realize, though, that I can choose to let someone else bring that joy into my life. There’s a big world out there. If I need to rely on others to remind me that sports exist, so be it. I am sure I remind others that something out there exists. What is it? Hmmm… probably profanity.