I love this post. I too have loved sports for much of my life. I made the boys football team in 6th grade but my dad wouldnt let me play. He loved the fact that I was sporty (after all, I was the tomboy he always wanted), but didnt want me endeavoring at a two hand touch game at age 12. I had a Philadelphia Flyers full ensemble, and played street hockey with my best girlfriend. As an adult raising kids in Boston, its hard not to feel the sports fever and get caught up in it. I am not much for hero worship, but I do love the sense of community a good home town team creates. And I have never thought that being a sports lover compromises my feminism.
I love this post. I too have loved sports for much of my life. I made the boys football team in 6th grade but my dad wouldnt let me play. He loved the fact that I was sporty (after all, I was the tomboy he always wanted), but didnt want me endeavoring at a two hand touch game at age 12. I had a Philadelphia Flyers full ensemble, and played street hockey with my best girlfriend. As an adult raising kids in Boston, its hard not to feel the sports fever and get caught up in it. I am not much for hero worship, but I do love the sense of community a good home town team creates. And I have never thought that being a sports lover compromises my feminism.