I’ve always been a bit of a tomboy. OK, a lot of a tomboy. When girls were playing with dolls, I was playing on the court. When other girls had heartthrobs on their walls, I had a Lakers shrine in my room.
I grew up in between two brothers with a father who was obsessed with basketball and soccer. Our quality time was centered around sports and as a person who always wanted to be on the right side of a debate, I had to learn everything I could about the game. As time went on, the need to fit in with my brothers became my way of life and sports plays a major part in my social calendar.
For some men that I’ve dated, this is the best thing that could ever happen to them. They found a girl who won’t complain when they watch football every Sunday, and who can actually talk about sports with knowledge and passion. For other men, they just don’t get it. It’s not the most feminine thing in the world, but to love me is to accept that sports are a part of my life.
So what happens when I’m more obsessed with sports than my boyfriend? There are few things he has to get used to:
“We” Doesn’t Mean “Us”
Every time I go on a rant about my team, my boyfriend asks me “who is WE?”. We can’t get it together. We can’t afford to do that. We really played well together. He has to get used to hearing “We” and understand that I’m not talking about “Us”, and in no time soon will I stop saying we. It’s been we since I was a kid. We have gone through a lot together, and we will never be broken.
Your Team Sucks!!
I met my boyfriend at a sports bar, during the first game of the NBA finals. He tried to test my basketball knowledge and I basically broke his team (The Knicks) to pieces. If that didn’t give him a preview of what was to come, I don’t know what would?
If we’re talking sports, I’m likely talking shit. If we’re debating, I’m getting passionate. We (read “us” in this instance) have to figure out how to let this conversation live where it lives, and not bring it into our relationship.
I’m Not Cheating; I’m Just Checking My Fantasy Points
I took my fandom to the next level this year and joined both a Fantasy Football and Fantasy Basketball leagues.
“Who have you been texting all night?” – nope I’m not cheating, I’m just setting my fantasy lineup, checking my points and talking shit to my opponent. It’s all harmless fun, but sucks for the person trying to spend quality time with you.
Manning or Luck???
I was lucky enough to draft both Payton Manning and Andrew Luck. They stand as the #1 and #2 QBs in Fantasy. Which makes this the hardest decision I have to make every week. And every week without a doubt I’m going to ask out loud, Manning or Luck?
If you can’t answer, then what good are you? Oh, and I’ll be rubbing it in your face if you make the wrong call.
((Hey guys… Manning or Luck? It is the playoffs, so tell me in the comments section.))
I’m A Sore Looser
There will be days where you have to console me because my team lost. My team could be the actual team/club, or my fantasy team. As a Lakers fan, this happens all to often these days. I’m a sore looser and as my boyfriend you’ll have to learn to let me pout, say my piece and maybe some days even have a tantrum. I promise I’ll be done and back to normal in 15 minutes or so.