How good is sport? I mean it's passion, it's love, it's hate, it's hurt, pain, elation, exhilaration.
I love my sport. I can watch just about anything. I am one of those women who love to watch men in sporting combat. Most of my friends know my greatest passion. I love Aussie Rules. I follow the Brisbane Lions. Ok, so this year has been a little disappointing so far, but that's the beauty of a passion - they take you to the highest of highs and the lowest of lows.
I love the athleticism of the game, the skills, the play, the strategy, and let's face it, the players!
It's not just the AFL though. I love watching the cricket. Not one dayers or 20-twenty. The real cricket - test matches.
I love watching the strategy of bowling the same line and length over and over, with just a slight nuance of change in one ball that results in an edge and a wicket, or runs. I've spent long days at the Gabba watching the battle for the Ashes and Queensland winning its first Sheffield Shield.
My dad loved his cricket and shared that with us. I used to spend my Saturdays watching him play Warehouse Cricket at Bognor St at Tingalpa. Then I dated (and married) a cricketer and the Saturdays were spent scoring his games.
I used to follow the Formula One, but found it too hard after the death of Ayrton Senna to watch. Now I only enjoy the highlights on the news.
But give me just about any sport and I'll find something about it to captivate me. It's the passion, the blood, the heart that keeps me coming back for more.
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