Dwindling Yet Again

My passion for sports that is. Today will be the fourth day I've been home from school, and I have yet to watch an Astros game or an NBA playoffs game. I've checked the score to the Astros game twice, and both times because we were playing a friends team and I wanted to puff up my Houston pride, which is a bad idea to try this year for Astro baseball.

Other than watching tv, I've turned it to sports radio just a few times as well, and only then because there were no songs playing on the FM dial.

Worse than just watching or listening to sports, I haven't even hardly thought about sports. The thought of going to an Astros game before I leave on Sunday crossed my mind once.

I guess for now, I have three theories as to why my interest for sports has come from a flaming ball of fire to the campfire that needs blowing on and more wood.

First is the obvious theory--that other things in life have become more important and I've just naurally lost interest in sports as I would for anything else.

But to tell the truth, a whole lot more goes into this theory, including: lack of interest in players' egos, Houston championships, and the list goes on.

Basically though, sports is just less interesting in general, for what exact reason, yo no se.

Second theory--I've been so busy with preparing for Europe, that I just haven't had time to think about sports. Of course, I have been thinking about other things quite a bit, so maybe that's a bad excuse. It's possible that I enjoy thinking about what I am, excluding Europe, much more than I enjoy thinking about sports.

As for the third theory--I've forgotten what it was for now. If you know me, then you're not surprised that it slipped my mind. Maybe I didn't have a third theory. I said I did at the beginning of the entry. It's all because I decided to write about that first theory first. And it was the simplist.

Well, I gtg, my friend is here. We're going shopping and gathering all our last minute supplies for our trip. Peace.