BLONDIE ON THE SIDELINES
I Found My Sport. It’s Fast, It Has Hot Men, And It Makes Me Feel Young Again
I’m a Ferrari gal. And sometimes McLaren. Really, anyone except Mercedes
Hi, boys.
I’m your super ordinary blonde on the sidelines reporter (well — half blonde, half silver…who am I kidding? But let’s not break up the illusion here) giggling to you with half-hearted awareness to advise you on sports — everything sports. Goooo Team!
I hate sports.
Hate them.
Except for ice skating and hockey. I grew up in the north. Sue me. And don’t start with me on the “ice skating isn’t a sport.” It is too. What the hell would Brian Boitano do? If he’s good enough for South Park, he’s good enough for you.
Anyway.
Aside from a couple of football lovers along the way, I was quite happy in my ignorant bliss for most of my adult life — avoiding the male heathenism of sports shit. Until I met the man I now live with. We met five years ago where many people of the elder years meet — at work. His sport’s obsession was a new one for me. Soccer. Which, to be honest, frightened me…as that seemed to be most boring of them all.
