Maybe sports are overrated

Due to the constant ridicule of my husband, I'm forced to write a column. However, as a clarification, unlike my usual writing procrastination, I've been doing stuff and making head way and am almost ready to proclaim myself as a productive member of society… Kinda cool.

 

Aside from my newest business obsession, I've been struggling to accept my child's newest kick. I guess I should have seen it coming but naively I just didn't...
 
Nicholas is a smart kid but admittedly Bobby and I are couch potatoes, and as they say the apple didn't fall from the tree. So for a few years now, I've been on a quest to find Nicholas a "thing" he could feel passionate about.

 

First there was Soo Bak Do, a Korean martial art. Nicholas nick named it "My play hour with Marc…" yup, there was motivation. Just the wrong kind. So he had a scheduled play date twice a week for a year… but I got two close friends from it so what the hell.

 

Then there was piano… He loved going… just not practicing. By the end of the 6th month, Nicholas would walk by me, pull down his pants and say "just spank me mommy because I'm not going to practice and I'm meeting Jenny in 8 minutes to ride bikes." But may I say our house looks much more cultured with an unused piano in the corner…

 

Then there was soccer. Like ffp soccer… fun & fair or something. Soccer was good. He loved it, although he tried using his brain power to make the ball gravitate to him. but the seasons were short and I wanted a year round thing… Besides you couldn't curse, keep score, or drink… I just got bored…

 

So I, the idiot that I am suggested that he take a 5 week introduction to ice skating. What's the harm? The boy absolutely has taken to it. He asks to go everyday. It is the first sport he really works at.

 

My dad was over the other night. And Nicholas announces to his father and grandfather he wants to learn ice hockey. They just beamed because they too have been with me on this long quest to find a sport. In passing my husband whispers "Ain't that great, you love hockey."

 

I love hockey… I love hockey? Maybe that wasn't quite the truth. It is right that the year before I met Bobby I had season tickets to the San Antonio hockey team. So I sorta see how Bobby made the assumption that I loved hockey… I never lied to him. he asked if I loved going to the games and I said yup. ummm… and I loved the dogs at the game…

 

Ok, to be honest, when 3 single hot male co-workers ask you to be the 4th in a package do you really have a choice? I think not! Did I like flirting with the boys while a hockey game was taking place. Oh yeah. Did I enjoy the occasional fight on the ice? Shamefully, yup. Do I enjoy the actual game of hockey? not so much. Who knew playful flirting over a decade ago would come back and bite me in the ass.

 

Do I want my only child to play a contact sport which risks his teeth, bones, and blood… NO! And how the hell did ice skating turn into hockey? Usually I see shit coming but this blindsided me.

 

I'm going back to my happy place now and try to ignore the inevitable. And if all else fails, I'm not above bribery… and what's so bad about being couch potatoes…