Woo hoo! Go Grizzlies! Get a--um, let's see--touchd--er, no, a home r--no, no. Oh, right, get a basket! Heck, get a bunch of them!
It's funny, isn't it, how strongly our upbringing can influence our choices in life? I really see no reason to not like watching basketball. It's far more entertaining, after all, than, say, golf. It's like soccer with less grass but more tweet-tweets from the refs. It's like tennis with bigger balls--and generally taller players.
It's nothing like football. I like football. My parents liked football, though. Dad was a Mississippi State football fan, and Mom was a Dallas Cowboys fan, and I still cheer for both teams no matter how badly they lose.
But nobody in the family was a basketball fan; that was the season that let us watch non-sports channels from the end of football season to the beginning of baseball's spring training. Thus, I never really built up an interest, personally.
Till now, that is. Now I'm in Memphis, and it's kind of exciting to have a local team in the playoffs. Thus, I watch it. I'm watching the playoff game right now, in fact.