I do not like board games. First of all, they are boring. Second (and this is the biggie), why would I want to spend hours thinking intensely and strategizing and stressing over a game? I spend enough of my time thinking, strategizing, and stressing over my job and my life--I do not want to do any more of that "for fun." No thank you. Real life is hard enough. When I relax with friends, I want to do something mindless. (Like chat for hours and eat dessert--which is what I did with some girlfriends last night. So fun!)
I realized the other night that I have similar feelings about sports. I went to watch one of Ryan's indoor soccer games, and the entire time, I was filled with angst. Will he do well? Will his team win? If they don't win, will he be disappointed in himself? I honestly had the biggest pit in my stomach and had to do some deep breathing during their over-time penalty kicks.
All this for fun?? Insanity!!! If my kids play high school sports, I might need to use a tranquilizer before each game.
Unfortunately for me, with Ryan as his dad, I'm guessing that our son will play sports. Ry loves any and all sports, and people tell me that he is good at all of them. In fact, Ryan's 10 Year Prediction published in the dental school yearbook says: "Abandons dentistry for several pro sports contracts. Reverts back to his bowl cut."
Bowl cut? I don't know what they're talking about.
Well, the other night, Dr. Bowl Cut botched his penalty kick. It went straight to the goalie. The pro sports scouts in attendance are probably reconsidering their offers.
Fortunately, his teammates came through, and they won their game and will be heading to the championship match on Tuesday night. Oh yeah. If it weren't the night of my baby shower, I would feel obligated to take a tranquilizer and go to cheer for them. But as it is, I will be chatting with girlfriends and eating delicious desserts instead. I can't wait.
I snapped this photo of Ry with his all-star team. He is mad because he didn't realize that the guys didn't put their arms around each other, so he looks like a creeper with his arm around the girl. Ha! I love it. I bet she enjoyed a moment with my sweaty husband. He is hot stuff.