I get a new interest every other week. The problem is that barely any manage to stay. I get addicted quick and easy, and then drop 'em like hot stones in a couple of days. But I have finally found something I have managed to hang on to for a long time ( you realise that this is a relative term) after a long time. Its football. Weirdly enough, it started like medicine, and THEN I got the kick (excuse the pun). I suppose thats what made the difference, and now I am addicted. I had started supporting the adopted club when it was as its lowest, and I have improved with it from being a distanced spectator to a crazy, cheering, fanatic. I'm not sure thats a very good thing, the fanatic part, but what the heck- I'm having a blast. And I'm proud of myself.....and mostly because I can now appreciate other perspectives, and try them out myself, and somewhat because I no longer say 'Whats of interest in an event where 22 players kick the crap out of a peice of pigskin...or whatever synthetic fibre they use now'
Hmmm... there's more to sports than meets the eye. Who would have thought I'd wring moral philosophy out of it.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
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