Growing up in my home nobody ever watched sports. With the exception of the occasional Super Bowl game or the big BYU-Utah game. And seriously, that was it.
That's how come when I was seventeen years old, working as the office intern at a Country Club, when the other ladies in the office were all giddy about the fact that Steve Young was going to be at the club participating in a charity golf tournament, I said, "Steve Young? Who's that?"
I got quite an education that day. That was the summer of '93, so Mr. Young was still the head quarterback for the San Francisco 49ers. He also used to play for BYU where he got is law degree cause he's super smart, he's LDS, famous, rich, really good looking, and SINGLE. In other words, he was at the top of the Mormon Most Eligible Bachelor list.
Being the youngest girl in the office, I was nominated to walk out onto the golf course where he was teeing off and get his autograph for myself and all the other ladies in the office.
I had it framed, and at one point that autograph occupied a place of honor on my bedroom wall, (it's that framed picture on the bottom left hand side.)
but I think has spent the past decade and a half in a closet or box or something.
Until tonight.
I decided I needed to dust it off and present it to my first born. I have a very small hope it will give him some sort of street cred with his friends or else at least maybe inspire him to not be so ignorant when it comes to sports. 
I realize Nick isn't into sports, and personally I could care less, but I think he should try and at least bridge the gap between him and other boys his own age. I told him he doesn't have to watch football and love it (and who knows, maybe if he understands it, he might) but at least stop saying things like "Who are they?" when someone mentions the Miami Dolphins. Or the Denver Broncos. Or the Green Bay Packers. Or the Dallas Cowboys. (to name a very few)
Other sports centered discussions in our home have also included conversations on what "NFL" stands for, and the fact that the Suns won't be playing the the SuperBowl anytime soon.
Don't get me wrong, I'm very proud of my little geek, but I just think having a basic understanding of what other teenage boys are interested in wouldn't be a bad thing.
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My husband and I just had a discussion on this last night. He is from Chile and therefore is only interested in two sports: soccer and tennis (well now he enjoys golf as well). All the men in our neighborhood are big into sports especially college football. If it makes Nick fell any better, he's not alone in his ignorance of sports. My husband says he feels like such an outsider because he doesn't know anything about "their" sports and doesn't have much in common with them. But he is also true to his likes and doesn't feel like he needs to act interested in something he's not really into. He's fine being the geek.
cracking up over here.
haa ha ha! way to attempt a well rounded boy! :) fun!
I say if he finds something he loves, go for it. I grew up in a sports NUT house, and my youngest sister wanted NotHinG to do with any of it. She was a dancer. She beats to her own drum. She found a husband that is the same way. They watch no sports, and could care less. She seems to be just fine! The boys like Nick for Nick!
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