If my wife had a problem with me liking sports then I just don't think things would work. Luckily she enjoys watching sports with me most of the time. She's a pretty big college football (she's from Nebraska) and Rockets fan, and she'll get into the Astros during playoff time. She knows I'm a certified sports junkie though, and handles it very well. If she is being serious and totally disregards your interest in sports, then I think it could be a bad sign for the future.
I've never met someone from Nebraska who wasn't a huge Cornhusker football fan. It is a requirement for being born in the state.
I've only glanced at this thread so pardon me if this has been brought up already. I had the same problem with an ex-GF and I got fed up when she was going on about how stupid people were to care about sports, the Superbowl, playoffs and blah blah blah.... I told her that sports were an integral part of our culture and a symbolic passion play that essentially acted as a unifying agent of modern tribal affiliations but also a collective catharis wherein individuals of our society could come together and express our individual tribal passions through a group dynamic. Sports for us our society is what now creates Joseph Cambells common mythology. So when us fans are gripped watching Oswalt facing Pujols in the Game 6 we are having a Jungian experience stirring our collective psyche as we are in the presence of cultural myth being created. So if you're going to call people stupid for getting excited about sports in America you might as well call Japanese stupid for celebrating Shinto festivals, Balinese stupid for having Kris dances, Native Americans stupid for having vision quests, Aboriginal Australians stupid for having walkabouts or pretty much any culture stupid that has unifying tribal celebrations, contests, tests of endurance and such that act as cultural passion plays.
Also next time she complains about sports read her this poem. To An Athlete Dying Young by A. E. Houseman THE time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does not stay, And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose. Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears: Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. So set, before its echoes fade, The fleet foot on the sill of shade, And hold to the low lintel up The still-defended challenge-cup. And round that early-laurelled head Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, And find unwithered on its curls The garland briefer than a girl's.
You've given this a lot of thought, haven't you, Sishir? When someone tells me sports is stupid... I just ask "yeah,...so what's your point???" As long as your girl doesn't nag you to turn the game off...she doesn't have to like or understand it. Just be cool with it.
