Monday night in front of the TV

    Monday night was sports sensory overload. At various times, the tel evision was filled by North Carolina, the New York Yankees, the New York Mets,the Pittsburgh Pirates, and the computer filled with updates from Seattle-Minnesota, Detroit-Toronto and the games from the West Coast.

   I'm not one of those guys who watches sports on TV every night or follows every game on my laptop. I'd rather do something than watch other people do something. But some nights, I love being a spectator, and Monday was one of them.

   So I watched the new-look Yankees get rolled the same way the old-look Yankees did, watched the Mets' bullpen do something I'm unaccustomed to seeing, which is successfully closing a game, watched an NCAA championship that was less a contest than a coronation.

   When the games ended, sports did not. I dreamed about former Carolina cornerback Ken Lucas. There was a press conference and everybody was ripping him, even the nice reporters, and I would defend him. Then a new reporter would walk in and rip Lucas and I'd have to defend him all over again. The press conference never did begin. I never said my dreams were interesting.

   So here's what I conclude. (A) It's OK to sometimes sit on a sofa and eat in front of the TV and do nothing all evening but immerse yourself in sports; and (B) fresh air probably is a good thing, too.

    

  

Comments

[timmytom]

Sorensen,

this is so weak. You must be really grasping at straws to write something like this. Are you having writers block or something??

[Gibby]

admit it tom you hate that north carolinna tar heels won the game becauase you hate the tar heels so much! sorry for you they the best team in america!

[Claudete]

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