Deb: I have had to resort to drastic measures when watching sporting events like the Olympics or Hockey. I can no longer watch them live on TV. It is just too much. With the invention of PVR and TiVo, I am––THANK GOD––able to record it and watch it after the fact. But here’s the rub. I am still just as friggin’ nervous! I record it, go to bed, wake up in the morning, see the results in the newspaper, and then sit down to watch the taped event. Cut to: sweaty palms, pounding heart, panicky brain. The house still rings with shouts of “NO!” and “OH!” and “WHAT?” My husband will calmly walk by and say, “You already know who won, right?” Yes. Yes, I do. Doesn’t matter. “OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Barbara: Really? You can’t watch sports live? I understand your stress––oh yes, I do! But there’s something so primal about competition, isn’t there? I was never an athlete. Or athletic. Tried out once to be a cheerleader and failed MISERABLY (had to invent a cheer for the tryouts and my ace-in-the-hole was supposed to be, “We’ll never settle for defeat” during which I pas-de-chaseed and pointed to … yes, de feet. Oy. And, if that wasn’t bad enough, I choked and pointed on the next line!)
I discovered the joys of (watching) sport as a grown woman and I looove a good game. Maybe it was my daughter’s soccer games that converted me. Maybe it’s the thrill of living vicariously through talented champions. Either way, love it.
But it does need to be live, in the moment. Even better in the stadium, obviously. Live, live, live. Once the moment is over, it’s kinda over for me. And I’m bored.
Deb: I guess because I was active in sports and on teams and a cheerleader, I know the sicky stomach feeling of competition and it stayed with me. Sort of like a "Pavlov's Mascot". And fresh from my days as a grade 8 cheerleader (ahh, the old orange and black) comes this gem: "I saw a cool cat walkin' down the street. I said, Hey cool cat, I don't dig that beat. He said, Oooooh, what a square that's ever been seen, why don't you get on the BRIDLEWOOD TEAM! Yayyyyy Bridlewood!!!”