I did not "miss" the Bucs game.

Thanksgiving day, and I'm sitting in the living room with my cousin and my brother, and we're watching Titanic. Polite banter is passed back and forth about the movie. Cool special effects are pointed out. The soundtrack is made fun of. We're not watching the movie so much as using it as an excuse for conversation.

An uncle walks in the room and laments, "Oh man, I can't believe you guys aren't watching the game!"

Why on earth would I want to watch "the game" when there's a perfectly good movie on?

Quite frequently someone will come into the pee clinic and attempt to start conversation about whatever sports season it is. "Did I see last night's game?" No, I didn't. "Oh man, you missed a good one!" Can't very well miss something I didn't try to catch.

I see this hurt look in their eyes when I tell them I don't follow sports. Some people stare at me as though I'm an alien creature, altogether new and strange in a world they thought they knew. Some look as though they take offense, as though foot/base/basketball is a device that is hooked directly into their heart, and my dismissal of the practice served to interrupt the flow of blood to their brain.

Some simply don't comprehend my point at all.

"Oh, not a Bucs fan, huh?" No, not really. "Then who do you like?" What do you mean? "Which team do you like?" I don't really like any of them. "Come on, you gotta root for someone." I don't like football. "Oh. Baseball, then?"

It's not as though I have some kind of overt anti-sports agenda. I mean, I do, but I don't push it down anyone's throat. I just try to take a polite exit out of the conversation and leave it at that. Just about everyone agrees that politics and religion are off-limits as far as discussions between strangers... but apparently rejecting chitchat about sports is sacrelige.

I suppose I understand what's going on here. People want smalltalk, but they don't know me so they don't know what to talk about. This is true for everyone. That's why the first thing out of everyone's mouth when they talk to you in the line at the bank is the weather. Everyone deals with the weather. Everyone can talk about that. Even the most socially deficient rock-troglodyte can admit that, yeah, it's been pretty windy lately.

Once weather is covered (which, in Florida, means the conversation is either about how "hot" or "very hot" it is), the next logical topic is sports. That's usually the one place you can find common ground with just about anyone without offending them or making assumptions about them. I imagine when people hear "I don't like sports" something in their brain shuts down and they refuse to believe it.

People see my PS2 and ask if I picked up Madden '06 yet. "No," I reply. "I prefer to spend my money on good games." And I have to wonder what the game shelf at the guy's house looks like. Does he really just have this huge string of football games, each one slightly nicer looking than the last, with a new year tacked onto the title? How many football games do you have to watch before they all start to look the same?

When people complain about the lack of variety in my magazines (they're all sports and car magazines) I point out that I used to have subscriptions to Wired and Skeptical Inquirer and Game Informer, but people kept stealing them. So either everyone already has the most recent Sports Illustrated, or nobody cares about it enough to steal it. (I could put a joke here about the stereotypical sports fan not being able to read, but that would make me look like a real prick, so I won't.)

After Thanksgiving dinner was over and everyone kind of shuffled off into their own little clique somewhere, I peeked in on that weird old uncle I mentioned earlier. He was sitting in the living room, alone, watching his game. And they say I'm the most anti-social person in the family.

It's not that I try to avoid conversation at any cost. Just ask the guy who struck up a conversation about World of Warcraft... we must have chattered for half an hour before either of us remembered there was a drug test he was supposed to take.