I must confess I am caught up in watching sports events on T.V. at night. It used to be that the only games I watched were Sunday afternoon Green Bay Packer football games. Now with the availability of so many sports events available on TV I find myself watcher Milwaukee Brewers games and some basketball games, like the NBA playoffs now on T.V. The fact that I feel the need to confess means I must feel guilty for watching sports on TV. I, with my Catholic guilt, do.
One of the appeals of watching basketball and baseball on TV is that it is not all absorbing. I can read a magazine, newspaper or check my email with the game in the background. It is like doing homework to some hard rock music: teens can do it but I cannot. But with sports on TV I can.
Now I must admit that the reading or working on the computer goes slower when a game is on the TV. There are moments when you need to raise your eyes toward the TV to see what is happening.
Another reason or justification for watching sports on TV is that it is passive and relaxing. For a person noted for over enthusiasm it is okay to dial down at night.
However, I must admit that watching sports on TV, even in the background, is not on the same level and is nowhere near as refreshing and renewing of spirit as gardening or reading a book.
When a terrible tornado ruins Joplin, Missouri and kills, when a good person at a Catholic social service meeting makes a derogatory remark on poor people, I know this is much to do about nothing. But I must confess TV sports watching for me are a thing of the night, if that matters.
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