My home is a sports-free zone. It seems every day of the year has a HUGE sporting event that has everyone talking and making predictions and getting emotionally worked up. Not me. I OD'd on sports during my previous marriage. My ex was a sports addict and followed everything - some things with great passion while others with mild interest, and yet others with great disdain (but nevertheless followed). We had VCRs and TVs all over the house recording events. We all knew well never to make any mention of a score we may have heard lest we spoil the game or match he planned to watch later. We attended so many hockey games and it was important that I understand all the rules and the subtleties of the game (yes hockey does have some subtleties).
After we split up, I began to eliminate sports from my life. First unconsciously and then more deliberately. When watching the news, I either switched the channel or turned it off as soon as a sports story came on. Sometimes that is easy since sports is confined to after-weather time slots. But sometimes sports is big news, like who got drafted and who won in the World Cup (Super Bowl, World Series, NBA Playoffs, Stanley Cup, March Madness, Wimbledon, U.S. Open, World Series of Poker, ad infinitum). But I avoid what I can, and I certainly never spend time actually viewing a sporting event on TV myself.
It's remarkable how eliminating something like that from your life frees you up for other things. I realize now how much of my time and attention was devoted to someone else's passion that was not my own.
I'm not obnoxious about it. If friends or family are celebrating their team's big win, I congratulate them. I remember the excitement and fervor of those big events. Back in the day, those were times for parties, food, gatherings, fun. Yes, I enjoyed those times, even if I didn't care much about the game.
But now, my home is a sports-free zone. And it feels more like my own space this way.