Then, I had three daughters and sports went from being a very big part of my life to being a very small part of it. My middle one plays soccer. She and my oldest take horseback riding lessons. That is the extent of sports for our family. Occasionally, I am reminded of my daughters' lack of sports knowledge. Every time I am flabbergasted, and quite frankly, embarrassed.
The perfect example was watching a bit of the Super Bowl with them last night. Of course, they just wanted to see the commercials, but for my husband and me, their commentary during the game was much more hilarious than any of the commercials.
- Why do they wear those towels hanging off their pants? Is it in case their pants rip? (Megan, 9)
- Football players do a lot of gymnastics. See! He just did a forward roll!! (Megan, 9)
- Why do they keep patting each other on the butt? (Megan) I know, right?!?! (Rachel, 11)
- Um . . Why is that guy running around in his underwear? (Megan, 9, about the David Beckham 2014 Super Bowl commercial)
- Hey look! The Muppets!! (Rachel, 11)
- Who are the Red Hot Chilli Peppers? Thats'a weird name for a band! (Rachel, 11)
- Are those guys the judges? (Emily, 6, talking about the announcers at halftime)
Yeah. Not one comment about the actual rules or scoring or logistics of the game. They were concerned about the fashion, the gymnastics moves, and the entertainment.
To their future boyfriends and husbands - I'm sorry. I'm trying. I promise.