Having a conversation today about football and athletes and getting hurt. It was not exactly a space that I thought would lead to sexy thoughts, but it did.
More than just sexy thoughts, though, romantic thoughts. As a kid, I was taken to so many games. My sister and my cousins were all into baseball, and I spent more time in the bleachers than not. In high school, I took my sport voyeurism further by being in the pep squad. “Friday night lights” is a real thing where I am from.
There is a romanticism about that type of thing. Sitting and cheering on your favorite player. I loved watching my crush play football. Something about that energy of it. I fan girled over professional baseball players, too. We were a Braves family, and I could not count how many times I fantasized about being Greg Maddux’s girlfriend.
But today, for some reason, the topic went to rugby, and I was reminded of how much more primal a feeling that sport has for me. It seems much less structured and more chaotic on the field. I don’t follow any team or know any players.
But I love thinking about a special someone playing and the energy it gives them. Wanting so much for him to use that energy on me.
Lisa Gray 