Sunday, September 21, 2008

Sports and Growing Up

With my job being in sports, you'd think I'd get sick of it. Actually, I sometimes think I should be sick of it, but nevertheless, I end up watching sports ALL WEEKEND LONG. This is nuts.

This is how my weekend went. The watching of sports started at around 2 p.m. on Friday when I had to stat my first volleyball match of the season. Although it's mandatory for me to be there, I actually enjoy watching volleyball now. (We are a hefty 11-2 this season. I'm so proud of my girls.) Anyway, I watched volleyball all day long. I got home at 11 p.m. and completely zonked in my bed. It resumed at 11 a.m. on Saturday morning as I immediately started watching Alabama/Arkansas on the TV and Miss. State/Georgia Tech on my computer as I was getting ready to go do another volleyball match. Yes, I multi-task. The day went on as I watch Alabama pummel Arkansas, Mississippi State lose again (we played well, but got out-coached. Somebody's gotta go), East Carolina lose in overtime, Samford volleyball completely annihilate Alabama A&M, and then I returned home to watch the end of Florida/Tennessee and a little golf (really? I never watch golf unless Ryan Moore or Adam Scott are involved.). An hour later, I was watching LSU/Auburn, Georgia/Arizona State, and Texas/Rice. Am I done yet? No...well for the night I was.

I woke up this morning (Sunday) and took a little break. I watched 13 Going On 30 while I was getting ready for church. However, when I got back home, I immediately started watching the Red Sox/Blue Jays and Braves/Mets (Both were successes. Go Sox! Paps got his 40th save! Go Braves! You won a game!). At the same time, I was watching the Colts come from behind and blow it (The Panthers are legit this year. Payton's got to get it together!) and the Broncos win (Yeah!). Is that it, you ask? Not hardly, I answer. I started watching Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh play a little beach volleyball, a little bit of the Yankees game for the history of the matter (last game in Yankee stadium, Babe Ruth's daughter threw out the first pitch, too cute) and Dallas/Green Bay.

Sidenote: Tony Romo is great to look at but I think I get almost as much joy watching him get sacked as I do when John Parker Wilson and Eli Manning get sacked. But make no mistake about it, Eli getting sacked always brings the ultimate joy. It's just funny to watch them just fall and curl up in the fetal position.

So I'm still watching Green Bay trail Dallas; poor, poor Aaron Rogers. But I've mixed it up a little but by flipping back and forth between this game and the Emmys. So long story made short, you would think that I get sick of sports, and I would have to say that sometimes I do, BUT the point is, there is no escape. That's all there is to watch this time of the year, and I love it. No doubt, my TV in my office will be on Sportscenter when I get to work tomorrow. And I'll watch the same episode over and over again as they play it until I can quote every story. Gotta love ESPN during the day.

Ok, so changing the subject...I think I just realized in the past week that I'm actually growing up. I'm an adult. I've been one legally for four years now. And I've been thinking all day today that adulthood has it's pros and cons. Shall I list them? Ok.

- I get to eat whatever I want, whenever I want. (Not always a good thing.)
- I get to watch whatever I want on TV. (Don't jump to any conclusions people. From the above information, you already know the majority of what I watch. The rest is reality TV and FRIENDS and That 70's Show reruns. Oh, and Chuck, 24, and LOST.)
- I make my own money.
- I get to stay up as late as I want. (Not all it's cracked up to be when you have to get up early for work the next day.)
- I don't have to ask permission to go to the movies or concerts or out of town.
- I can drive wherever I want in my own car. (Ok, mine and my Dad's own car.)
- I don't have to clean my room or make my bed everyday. (However, I've started getting a little annoyed if it's not. Am I becoming my mother? I love you, Mom!)
- I can buy what I want whenever I want.
- Ultimately, I make my own decisions.

Cons: (May reflect the pros on occassion)
- I HAVE to make my own decisions? Help!
- Whenever I say something that I probably shouldn't have said, I can't just smile and make everyone forget about it. (This rarely works these days.)
- Paying bills. Where did all my money go?!?!
- Eating whatever I want acutally comes back to haunt me these days, unlike in my high school years.
- Dating gets harder and harder. You turn around one day and everyone around you is married or having a baby.
- Mom and Dad are three hours away.
- I don't get to see my sister everyday. Surprisely, that saddens me.
- I miss being as active as I was in high school. I HAVE NO TIME!
- Speaking of time, I have zero time for hobbies. I remember this thing I used to do pretty well. I think it involved a piano. I probably suck at it now. I haven't painted a picture, or at least finished one, since last September.
- All my friends live in different towns.
- Life is never as easy as it looks from the other side.
- Where have all my holidays gone?!?!

I'm sure there are some that I've missed but I say all that to say this: I wouldn't trade any of it. I truly believe, more than I ever have, that God has placed me in the position that I am in for a reason. He's brought people into my life and taken others out over the past two years for a reason, and I am a better person for it. I'm slowly but surely figuring out where I'm going and what He wants me to do and that's all that really matters. I will never know the whole plan but that's the good thing, I'm not supposed to. I think that would be a little scary. Major life information overload. And talk about spoiling all the fun.

Anyway, I'm pretty much just typing now and I'm not really sure what I've just written but I'm too tired to go back and read now.

I hope everyone has a fantabulous week! All four of you. Whoever you are.

1 comment:

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