For someone who supposedly stands between two worlds, who toes the line between this world and that, I have very little spirit. Sure, I get excited about things. I can even get all jazzed about certain events. (The Oscars being Example In Chief here.)
Of Team Spirit, however, I have none. Absolutely none. I think the last time I cared about being on a team was when I was in little league soccer, and that was probably due to it being an intramural league where I didn't have to see any of the kids that went to my school.
In theatre I was always the lead, always carrying the scene on my own. I enjoyed, somewhat, my cast mates (though a good therapist could probably make lots of money off of me figuring out all the angst I have towards some of those folks, namely my director). My big events were always individual. Persuasive Extemporaneous Speaking. Poetry Interpretation. I even did a few writing and literature events. All single.
Ok. Ok... I'll admit it here and now for all the pagany interwebs to know. I was in band. To put it bluntly, I hated it. I hated band camp. I hated the hours of marching. (Yes, there was marching. Yes, there are pictures. No, you will never ever see them.)
My brother, my father, my mother, my uncle - hell, even my slightly estranged sister - were all major team players. Major. Team. Players. My father was on a (pardon the language) fucking Olympic team for track! Seriously! An Olympian! My father! Which is probably why someone in the family had to be the player for a team of one.
As much as I champion seeing both sides of an issue, sports was never anything I was going to see as valuable. Sure, I played when I was younger, and I don't know that anyone would argue that I'm a fairly athletic person... It's not that I have anything against athletes or athleticism... I guess I just don't, and never have, see what all the fuss is about. Why today, the Superbowl, is the biggest event on television in the world. Why?
Gosh, I'm coming off like a grumpus.
I'm not. I swear. Someone told me recently they though I was going to turn into Andy Rooney, noted cantankerous, disgruntled, elderly guy. Today, however, is a day for me to enjoy the things I like to do in peace and quiet. Shopping. Reading. Hell, even working out at the gym is a joy today, because I can use all the best machines, cables, and free weights without the muscle heads lining up in front of me.
I actually had a customer yesterday who asked if our store was closing for today...because...you know...it's the Big Mega Huge Game of Importance! I cocked my head, gave him The Look, and said, "I'm sorry, sir, but contrary to the wishes of most men in America, the Super Bowl is not a national holiday." He dejectedly looked at me and said, "Oh...that's too bad."
Love and Lyte,