I love sports. Not all sports, but most of them. And I love playing more than I love watching. I'll try just about anything. That said, I've tried not to push the sports too hard on the boys. Despite being a rabid Wolverine fan, my boys don't know all the words to "The Victors."
But, J...
J has sports in the core of his DNA. He'll watch a sport on TV he's never heard of, and immediately figure out how to play it in the living room. And he'll be good at it! J has the practice discipline of an Olympian. I've never met a four-year old who enjoyed practicing a sports move so much, and he's been doing that since he was two! His throwing technique is excellent. If you ask him how to throw a football, he won't say, "with my arm." He'll say, "with my eyes." Those who played QB will know he is right.
Today, he wanted to know what I was doing grunting in the basement. When I told him, "dumbbell swings," he insisted I teach him. So I did, and he practiced and practiced (using a toy bowling pin). Then he overheard me saying that I wanted to learn how to snatch, and then asked endless questions about what a "natch" is. So we spent about an hour, all told, looking at YouTube videos of great lifters. First it was some Olympic snatching, and then it was to videos of "ree-yee ree-yee" (really, really) strong guys - Arnold, Coleman, Platz, more Olympic lifters. Then he insisted on learning the one-arm bowling pin snatch. I showed him.
Surprise, surprise ... after only a little practice, he's pretty good.
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