Confessions of a Sports Hater by a Sports Writer
Erica Deliz
Issue date: 5/5/07 Section: News
I am a girl. And although I am not always a typical one, there is one thing I share with the rest of them: stereotypically, we all hate sports.
I own one football jersey. Yet if I had to point out Mr. Testaverde in a crowd, I wouldn't be able to do it.
I have watched a handful of Tampa Bay Buccaneer games. I've stood up when they made a touch down and at one point I even knew a couple of players' names. But it wasn't for me. It was all to impress a boy I was mad about in high school.
Last but not least, I am one of those Yankee fans who dust off that jersey in October when my pinstriped boys are in the World Series. Sorry, I would rather hear Steven Tyler belt out "Love in an Elevator" then see Derek Jeter hit five homers out of the park. Sue me.
But before you roll your eyes and murmur under your breath about all females being the same, in my defense, I wasn't always like this. I liked baseball and basketball. So what made me change my mind?
My first memory of these two sports would be playing them with my gramps in my grandparents' backyard. I'll admit it wasn't much of a game, and baseball was pretty much impossible, but we made it work. Before I knew it, my brother had joined in on the festivities.
It wasn't about winning or losing, it was about spending time with the people you loved. There were no managers asking for obscene amounts of money, no dress codes, and there were no threats and rumors of steroid use.
How ridiculous is it that the powers that be in Major League Baseball actually made a rule that anyone caught using steroids will be suspended from 50 games without pay?! Things have gotten so bad among the players that it has forced such a threat to be made. Why would a player risk it all for steroids?
The reason is it's not about the love of the game anymore. It's about the money that can be potentially earned with a win. It's not enough to make a million. Players want two million, and so on. It's about greed and fame.
I own one football jersey. Yet if I had to point out Mr. Testaverde in a crowd, I wouldn't be able to do it.
I have watched a handful of Tampa Bay Buccaneer games. I've stood up when they made a touch down and at one point I even knew a couple of players' names. But it wasn't for me. It was all to impress a boy I was mad about in high school.
Last but not least, I am one of those Yankee fans who dust off that jersey in October when my pinstriped boys are in the World Series. Sorry, I would rather hear Steven Tyler belt out "Love in an Elevator" then see Derek Jeter hit five homers out of the park. Sue me.
But before you roll your eyes and murmur under your breath about all females being the same, in my defense, I wasn't always like this. I liked baseball and basketball. So what made me change my mind?
My first memory of these two sports would be playing them with my gramps in my grandparents' backyard. I'll admit it wasn't much of a game, and baseball was pretty much impossible, but we made it work. Before I knew it, my brother had joined in on the festivities.
It wasn't about winning or losing, it was about spending time with the people you loved. There were no managers asking for obscene amounts of money, no dress codes, and there were no threats and rumors of steroid use.
How ridiculous is it that the powers that be in Major League Baseball actually made a rule that anyone caught using steroids will be suspended from 50 games without pay?! Things have gotten so bad among the players that it has forced such a threat to be made. Why would a player risk it all for steroids?
The reason is it's not about the love of the game anymore. It's about the money that can be potentially earned with a win. It's not enough to make a million. Players want two million, and so on. It's about greed and fame.
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