P1?

Anyone who is a real sports fan knows what a P1 is.  (It has something to do with a radio station. At least that is what I've been told.) I am not one.  My husband is.  He has loved everything sports from the moment he took his first breath.  At least that's how I see it.  I didn't know anything about sports until I  met him, and then I had to start learning fast if I was going to be a part of his life.  I thought I had learned a lot ....until I gave birth to two sons who happen to also be P1s.  It's not that I dislike sports, it's more that I don't have the time for it and I'm just not a very competitive person.  Also, it seems that a lot of sports are just down right brutal and I have a lack of understanding why anyone would want to subject themselves to that.  Voluntarily.  Yeah, yeah, I know- they make lots of money.  That is, if they survive long enough.

Back to P1.  If you could take a look at my life recently, you'd think I was one.  I've watched basketball finals (a good friend of mine is a basketball fan, so we watched some during our last neighborhood gossip session bunco night and even at a party she hosted recently.)

 I have attended my first professional hockey game.  See...I took these with my trusty phone!

 Our daughter-in-law won tickets on a radio station call in contest and invited us to join them!  They were great seats too.  It really wasn't as bloody as I imagined it might be.  (As it became apparent that the home team was going to lose, I did hear Hubby say something like, "maybe, at least, there will be a good fight!"  Sadly for him, it didn't happen.) And ....I'm still not sure why a hockey team needs "Ice Girls".  They're on a platform.... see.... up there.  I looked around to see who really watched them.  There weren't many.  Plus....well.....it's cold!  Those are teeny little outfits.  Yeah, I know, I'm old.

Then there's NASCAR.  It's that time of year around here.  (I was going to take a picture of Texas Motor Speedway with all the campers, tents, and motor homes, but it seems my new camera needs to have it's battery charged once in a while. OOPs!)  This is the annual event that keeps me at home as much as possible.  Walmart is impossible. (Although very entertaining!)  Every venture out is really an ADventure.  Today I went to Home Depot to pick up landscaping supplies.  Home Depot is (if you stay in the nursery section) pretty safe.  As I was leaving though, I spotted an intersection filled with fire trucks and police cars.  As I was thinking about what poor soul pushed the light too much, (nicer translation of  "What did some drunk redneck do?")  my heart made it's way up to my throat upon realizing that my son would have been passing through that same intersection not too long before.  Thank goodness for cell phones (and blue tooth)!  He was safely home by that time, and he informed me, via my husband, that it was for the Medal of Honor winner caravan.  Really!  They shouldn't scare us like that!

In a couple of weeks, Hubby and I will be attending the first of our four game package of Ranger's baseball.  If the weather is good, it's a great place to people watch, and there's something about hot dogs and popcorn at the ballpark.  Oh..... there's a game going on down on the field too.  (Hubby is really hoping that we'll get to watch Yu pitch.)

Nope, I'm not a P1, and I think that finally after 41 years of our relationship Hubby has given up on me ever becoming an avid fan.  That being said, he asked me last night who he should be watching for me on Friday during qualifying from my NASCAR fantasy team.  I told him that I would be checking on that before the race on Saturday.  What was really going through my mind was, "Are you crazy?  I'm NOT going to tell you who my drivers are!! I'm in first place!"

Gratitude for:
- Safe driving!
- Good humored Hubby and NASCAR family.
- Spending time with our son and daughter-in-law.