The suggested topic for today’s post is to share my favorite sports to watch and play. Given my age and physical condition, playing sports is not totally out of the question, but so far, I have not come under the spell of the “Pickle Ball” craze, and I gave up golf some time ago because of its time-consuming nature.
I loved the game. Still, taking most of a day out of my week to chase a little white ball around a 6,000-foot course seemed selfish given my other responsibilities and commitments. I still love the game and watch the pros play on television as often as possible.
I am also a big fan of football, baseball, and many Olympic sports. I don’t often pay the price to see any of those events in person, but I watch them, especially the playoff games. To wrap this little bit of sharing up, I admit my favorite sport to play was one I seldom watch on television.
That sport was rugby. I say it was because rugby is not a sport for someone who exited his 60s several years ago. As for why I don’t watch rugby on television, it is because I am spoiled, I suppose. Part of the rugby experience is being on the sidelines, watching the sweat fly, and hearing the grunts and groans of contact.
The other part was the nature of amateur rugby, which I played for over twenty years. It was like playing with family. In those days, at least, my rugby club was an extension of my family. My daughters were raised watching me play and knowing all my teammates. Even today, almost three decades after I retired from rugby, getting together with my old mates is like a family reunion.
If you’d like to know more about my rugby family, check out “Nostalgically Speaking: Blood, Sweat, and Beer” or “Blood, Sweat and Beer.” BS&B was my first post on my rugby family. It was published in 2012 and is a bit long. Still, it will give you some insight into rugby and what kind of guy I am.
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