Is it September yet?
I’ve tried. I really, truly have tried, but there’s some things I just can’t make myself like. I want to, because every year I go through this same dilemma, but each winter I just find myself frustrated and bored all over again.
Just like so many food items that my picky-eater nature keeps me from enjoying, I see other people enjoying it and wish that I could, but I fear I have a similar gagging impulse to it as I do lasagna. It just ain’t happening.
When we moved to Louisville, Ky. a decade ago people asked me about it.
An acquaintance would ask if we were going to be Kentucky or Louisville fans and when I told them we would continue to be Alabama fans they would ask what we planned on doing during basketball season.
“We’ll just keep not caring about basketball.” It looks like it would be exciting. There’s always a lot going on and the scores are pretty high. The fans are so passionate that I want to join in. March Madness, on paper, seems like it would be exhilarating to get involved with but it’s just so much to keep up with.
I did sort of think that it would grow on me once we were in a more basketball centered region, but it never did. I think the nail in the coffin was when I walked into the break room at work one date in the middle of football season and everyone was watching Gun-smoke. That was the moment I knew that me and basketball people are just cut from a different cloth.
I’m not judging you if you do like basketball, of course. To each their own and this is a free country, and I don’t want to wish the year away, but I can’t help but spend most of the winter and spring wishing it was football season again.
Maybe next year will be different; maybe I’ll find someone to take me under their wing and show me the joy of basketball, but until then I guess I’ll watch Gunsmoke reruns.
