Sports
How about those Olympic athletes? I prefer the Winter Olympics to the Summer version. There is much less visible huffing and puffing and the sweat is usually concealed 'neath layers of insulation. I find that the competitions are more graceful as they slide around at high speeds over ice and snow, rather than stomping around a track or jumping or throwing things as far as possible and so on. I get the impression that I'm in the minority opinion on this, since even the host country isn't bothering to attend much.

Not surprisingly, this is about as far as my sports-interest takes me. I can observe a basketball game or a golf match for a while, because even I sort of know what's going on. Baseball can be OK, but it's best purpose is to put me in a deep sleep. Football? Forget it... I'm clueless. This is all no doubt a result of early imprinting, having discovered my lack of even the barest competence at most athletic competitions. The exception is bowling (not very athletic but physical at least). I'm actually pretty good at knocking over pins, and have even felt a swell of competitiveness at times, a feeling that probably keeps other people energized as they play whatever they're good at.

In elementary school I enjoyed the sports they had us do. I thought I was pretty much in with the crowd; I could swing the bat and run around and catch balls with a degree of competence that was comparable to most of my fellows. Then Junior High came along and shattered all notions of sports being harmless fun. Basketball was no longer the friendly tossing of a ball toward a basketless hoop, and instead became a deadly serious contest. It was soon agreed by everyone involved, from the Coach on down (and even/especially me), that my most useful purpose was to walk around the perimeter of the field with the fat kid, sort of a miniature Laurel and Hardy pair. It suited me well enough, he being a good conversationalist. Still, being left out is what it is. High school brought a surprising variety of P.E. activities to try out; golf, scuba, handball, soccer and so on. By then I didn't care about any of it, and had found the Art Department to be my true domain anyway.

So now I have nothing but admiration for those who have inherited and developed their physical prowess and coordination and whatever it takes to be the best in the world. Let the games continue.