So here’s something weird. Single Sarah really likes televised sports. Let me throw a little scenario out there for you. It was 8:15pm and I was sitting at my kitchen table drinking a beer, looking up Cubs tickets for this Saturday’s game while simultaneously jamming to my iPod turned up as loud as it will go (no, I am not sorry to the assholes who live downstairs) when all of a sudden I screamed, “OH SHIT! THE GAME! I’M MISSING THE GAME!”
Yep, the NBA finals game that is. I immediately slammed my Macbook shut, grabbed my beer and ran into the living room only to be set into a panic upon seeing the Thunder down by so many points in the first quarter. Who the heck am I?!
In college I always used to make fun of Jayme for putting on her Cowboys jersey, closing her bedroom door and watching/screaming at the games every Sunday and Monday. Now I’m that girl. The last few weeks I’ve found myself watching an insane amount of NBA basketball and being really invested – even screaming at the TV/players who’s names I don’t know and acting like I know the plays they should have played instead (actually, I do know). Oh, and apparently I loathe Lebron… who doesn’t though, right?
In the past I’ve always feigned a certain level of interest in televised sports when boys were around but that isn’t what this is – I have actually watched some of these recent games alone. I was a point guard in junior high and high school for the undefeated fighting “Killer Bs” and played soccer my entire childhood … and sure, I was an “Astros’ Buddy” as a kid and went to (literally) thousands of my brother’s baseball games but never have I ever had an interest in watching a sporting event on television.
Lezbehonest, I’m the one who pouts and insists that, “I’m going upstairs to take a nap” on Thanksgiving when all the men insist on watching football. Now at work at our daily 2pm meeting I’m the one who has to be coaxed back into paying attention because I’m staring intently at the UEFA Euro soccer game on in the background. Again, who am I?
This is a phenomenon if I’ve ever seen one. Is it that being in a city with so much pride in their sports teams has rubbed off on me? Am I channeling my inner athlete? Or is Single Sarah just THAT MUCH MORE awesome than Relationship Sarah? I am blowing my own mind. Oh and did I mention I ate pizza and half a bag of beef jerky for dinner tonight? I am a dude. Even better question: Who wouldn’t want to date me?
Proof of my boy night: beer, basketball, empty beef jerky bag
