It's no secret that I'm a bit of a tomboy and that I would much rather spend an evening watching the Pens squish the Philthadelphia Flyers than painting my nails or something silly and girly like that. As such, I long ago figured out how various sports rank in my brain. The list goes a little like this:
15. Figure Skating
17. Water Polo
20. Field Hockey
39. Underwater Basket Weaving
52. Synchronized Swimming
74. Table Tennis
86. Jello Wrestling
103. One-handed Naked Dodgeball
109. Horizontal Bungee Jumping
116. Snowshoe Ballet
130. Synchronized Snowmobiling
And if you go through probably 400 other sports, you will eventually land on baseball. It's WAY down on the list. I know I should try to care given that we do have a so-called 'Pro' team (I use that terminology VERY loosely) in town, but I can't. I do go to games, but I'm only happy if I have a Primanti's sandwich in one hand and cotton candy in the other. The tickets have to be free and I guarantee the only on-field action I notice is the Pierogi races (go Oliver!).
Anyway, it looks like I'm passing this way of thinking on to the next generation. Earlier today we were watching PTI on ESPN and the Toddler was all about paying attention to it since there is an Elmo in the background of the set.
Every time they would show a shot with Elmo, Alexis would yell: "Ook! It's Elmo!"
When they showed some hockey highlights she said, "Ook, mommy! Penins!"
The NBA playoff clips prompted her to declare, "Basetball!"
They briefly mentioned something football-related and the Toddler yelled, "STEELERS!"
But when baseball came on? She said, "What dat?"
I'm so proud.