It's my world too
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Arizona Daily Wildcat
Okay, all you "men" out there, I have some advice for you.
Right about now you're probably asking what is dating advice doing on the front page of the sports section? You see it all began when I had this great relationship with this guy during the summer.
But now the summer is over, and the relationship, too. However, I did have a friendship going with this guy until I received - The e-mail!
Now this e-mail that crushed all my respect and feelings for him was not your typical "Dear John" letter explaining how he had found someone else; it was far worse. It went like this, and I quote: "Today is a very special day in baseball history. Today this baseball player, his name is Mark McGwire, hit is 62nd home run. This is a big deal because only one man in history has ever..." yada, yada, yada.
OK, hello! Yeah, I may be a girl but I haven't slept through the entire baseball season, nor been immune to the media hype the last few weeks.
So, yes this summer romancer can take his ring back because he's definitely done. I mean it is one thing to insult my outfit or hair, or tell me I've gained a few pounds, but to underestimate my sports knowledge, you've got to be kidding me!
And it's not this poor guy's fault. It's the fault of every person that addresses me as a 2-year-old when one is trying to discuss sports with me. So, maybe I'm not one of Fred Rogin's heroes or the next Jim Rome, but I can still talk sports at an intelligent level.
Thanks, but no, I don't need a diagram drawn for me when you're explaining Kobe's winning layup in the game last night. Actually, I think with a little help I might even be able to step outside and show you that move on my own court.
Now, I'm not saying I'm some super athlete. Nor do I spend hours sprawled on the couch with a remote in one hand and beer in the other, surfing from game to game. And I can't talk the lingo of every sport around. I'm only trying to state that just because I put on a skirt and makeup in the morning, that doesn't blare "sports dummy."
I'm just trying to say I want to be treated as the "average Joe." I might not be the epitome of a sports fanatic, but I want to know last night's scores just as much as the next guy, and for that matter, the next girl.
So, guys, next time you try to romance a girl, don't feel you have to do it with sports-censored conversation over a fancy candlelight dinner. That's nice every once in a while, but I could handle a Dodger dog or Suns' game just the same.
Kate Longworth is a journalism sophomore and can be reached at Kate.Longworth@wildcat.arizona.edu.