When you become a parent, no matter how hands-off you intend to be on their personality, you still have to wonder what kind of person your sweet little bag of wiggles will become.
I was never good at or terrifically interested sports. My older brother very much was, so I learned a bunch more than you’d expect for someone who couldn’t really care less. I knew what a ground rule double is in baseball, a Flea Flicker in football, and what icing is in hockey. (short video links added for other non-sporties)
While editing these moments together, my son and I were having such a blast that I had to cut out a LOT of laughter, so it didn’t turn out to be one of those excruciatingly awkward moments when someone corners you into watching videos of their kid. The modern day version of yesteryear’s nonconsensual, family-picture slide show presentations.
He’s gotten pretty good at some sports and physical activities at this point. He’s definitely a “natural” at having fun, which is the most important thing in sports. Unless, of course, you play professionally. Then it’s all about the Bejamins, pal! LET’S SEE SOME HUSTLE! [CLAPS DEMANDINGLY]
It’s still uncertain whether he’ll really go berserk for sports when he’s older. All good, either way. If he catches the sportsball bug, I’ll gladly be right there next to him with nachos on my lap and a hot dog in each hand.
“Go, team! Earn another victory unit!”