UCONN won the NCAA Championship game last night. Good on them, because I selected them for my bracket. Making a straight tie between my husband and I for the entire March Madness experience. This is the first year I've ever filled out an NCAA bracket. I didn't even watch sports on TV before marrying my sports-fan husband. But I've found a distinct kind of pleasure in learning to follow sports in their relative seasons, even on my limited level. I actually know now what "Elite Eight" is referring to. I know that "line of scrimmage" doesn't mean a domestic argument, and that "on-deck" isn't just a marine term. When I see people wearing sports regalia, I can distinguish between names of basketball, baseball, and football teams. I can at least pretend to have a knowledge about the latest sports upsets and victories. (Just don't press for details!)
This "sports talk" is new to me. I've never been a product of my generation. I can't name artists or actors, politicians or comedians. My knowledge of pop culture is severely limited. Part of this is due to choice, part due to obstinance, and part due to being raised in a very conservative family. Sometimes I have found this limited knowledge of pop culture places me on the outer edge of social interactions. (It's amazing to me how being able to quote movie lines and discuss the latest Hollywood gossip can get you right into the middle of a conversation!) Since I don't come by this knowledge from experience, I would have to gain it through conscious exposure. And yet, it must just not matter enough to me; because I'm still pretty clueless.
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