This is for my shame over Pete Rose
Sep. 21st, 2007 09:21 pm
I was a big baseball fan as a kid (literally, it ended while I was premenses--I'm sitting there at age 11, watching a game in the stadium and my skin is crawling to the point where I had to pinch myself over and over to get rid of the pain and intensity running all over my body--I got my first period several months later, prolly--and baseball got sort of *branded* itself in my brain that day. Poor dad--for the loss of a baseball fan, not b/c one of his daughters sexually matured.)
my shame
Date: 2007-09-22 04:44 am (UTC)Re: my shame
Date: 2007-09-22 05:06 am (UTC)Yeah, there was a change in me to the point where I believed games didn't much matter. I certainly felt that after my only live football game w/my dad. He does seem to concentrate on that stuff, and I can't see the "real life" enjoyment reason for it (as in "how can this interest match all the other things there are to talk about?:), but I try to go along as best I can. I can empathize w/his enjoyment, anyway.