It has finally happened; my efforts to avoid watching, reading or hearing about anything sports related have been thwarted ... or at least discouraged. According to my brother, who loves sports and beer and all things manly, I must know at least a little about "man" sports (a.k.a blood sports). This is the key, he insists, to landing a decent guy. According to my brother, men dig chicks who know about sports. If this is true, maybe that is why I only attract engineers and guys who love math (plus the occasional drunkard). This new information places me in quite a predicament. There are so many things I would rather do than learn about sports, like curl my hair, or watch Oprah ... or dance like a maniac to 90's music in my bedroom (did I just say that out loud?).
Keeping up to date on the latest sports headlines is sounding more and more like a chore. I don't think I am desperate enough to pursue this option yet. After all, there are plenty of handsome, funny, athletic and cultured guys who aren't that interested in sports ... right? Can't I just wave the occasional pom-pom and be done with it? Rah Rah! Shish Boomba! Gooooooo [insert hot guy's favourite team here]!
