Sports thoughts

Since stepping back out of my self-imposed exile from the world, I’ve realised a few things about human behaviour that escaped me when I lived most of my life in my bedroom. Actually talking to people in a social setting instead of just swapping e-mails has brought forth all sorts of new observations, but I must admit I often feel slightly untrained and excluded. The problem I have is this.. I’m a man in my twenties, and I don’t like sport. I’ll sit and watch the Olympics with the best of them, but only because I enjoy watching lithe young women at the absolute peak of physical fitness locked in sweaty competition with each other. My knowledge of beach volleyball and the rhythmic gymnastics is unparalleled, bur don’t bother asking me how long Usain Bolt took to run 200metres because I wasn’t interested. In fact my lack of interest was such that I probably just spelt his name wrong.
So every day at work I have to drift in my own thoughts while butch young scamps discuss the comparative tackling power of people called Gerrard, Mascherano and Carlos something-or-other. It’s all lost on me. As lost as an alcoholic bus driver taking the no.57 Fakenham to Norwich bus through Cawston, Reepham and Sculthorpe.
So my question is this: Do I study hard and watch as much sport as possible to get enough knowledge to ‘hold my own’ in polite company and actually make some friends? Or do I stay true to my interests, intellect and beliefs and amuse myself in my own way while waiting to meet someone similar? Actually, that was two questions..
See how confused I am?

RC 5-4-09
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