I like sportz and I don't care who knows

This could easily become a sports blog. It won't, of course, but I do spend an unhealthy portion of my life tracking scores, watching games, and yelling at the television.

I will tell you that I have also spent an unhealthy portion of my life covering up my habit. I haven't always been a sports-crazed lunatic in cute shoes, but I have always enjoyed watching football, basketball, and baseball more than I would have liked to admit. Finally, my addiction to this drug (known on the streets as ESPN and never mentioned in D.A.R.E. class) is out in the open.
Some of my friends are accepting (even encouraging) of this fact. Others would like to stage an intervention and throw me into some sort of six-month rehabilitation facility. My mother, for one, is highly annoyed with me at the moment. She does not appreciate me yapping about how much I would like to punch (insert name of any athlete on an opposing team) in the face.
I really am trying to at least get through March Madness without making too many people mad.

I had been unsure about how and why I am this way, but I think I've gotten to the bottom of it:

My family seemingly never cared about sports. My dad occasionally watched North Carolina State football and basketball games, but never made too much of a fuss about it. I considered this, then remembered a photo of me as a toddler wearing an NC State sweat suit and crying like someone who had just been stabbed in the foot. Naturally, I wanted to look through all the family photos, find this one, and burn it. I was shocked to discover that my sister and I each consistently "owned" these outfits from the ages of infancy to six years old.

See? She is not amused. She is basically saying, "Go away, Dad. If you put me in one more NCSU shirt, I'll graduate from their rival school when I grow up as payback for this!" The pictures only get worse. We look equally (or even more) unhappy in every photo I found. We didn't want to wear jerseys, we wanted to wear princess dresses.


I do not remember this at all, but I feel like it must somehow be the cause of my addiction, and the reason I am not a State fan. As far as overcoming this problem goes, I'm sure there's a 12-step program out there somewhere. I just don't think I'm ready to commit to recovery at the time being.