i watch baseball. Have no favorite. Probably cause I had no dad & went to nearly 30 schools before I left high school. Then attended 5 colleges. Anyways I’m old. TV used to have only a few channels. I moved back & forth between people as an orphan. People used me. No one wanted me. Well I remember the violent 60’s. School was rough. But yrs later came the 80’s. I worked a lot. But I bought a VCR. Beta was better. If a 4 head VCR you could stop & look at the boobs. Cable TV was worthless at first. One of my relatives had big satellite dish (about size of a car) on a mountain. That think could pick up local shows from far away states. My favorite was Chicago. I used to record Bozo. Yes I was grown. Was for a relative. I got a real good antenna. Mountain high on a mountain. I’d climb up on the roof & change channels at times. I mostly tuned in the channel the best football came in. I’d open the TV (tubes could kill you). I could fine tune stuff to get great picture. You kids will laugh. I’d build my own radios. People loved or hated me. I had these giant antennas strung everywhere on walls. I’d pick out the best corners for each radio station as I tuned it in. You’d mess with all these tuners just looking. I could get in far away stations from that mountain. I’d tune in one station clear as a bell. Then mark that radio for one station. I’m Christian but no yelling preachers for me. Once on Sunday is enough for me. I live a good life. Usually I’m a better person than the preacher talking. I also never condemned a lot of the people they do. I like modern country. I could not stand early country. Endless complaining. ROCK AND ROLL. I could dance to that. Even better. Sexy females liked how I danced to that. I could poorly play a guitar. But was awesome on the drums & piano. My hands are too big for a guitar. Look like a bear trying play those strings. So long as piano had wide keys I could Jerry Lee Lewis. Hold me baby. Great balls of Fire. I was doing drum solos in the 60’s that confused people. It took the 80’s to catch up to me. Oh yeah baby. They got. Heavy Metal. Music finally caught up to me. I am Iron Man. Yes I am. I’d evolved. Plaid pants; giant necklaces. Tight sweaters. Groovy. I could do every dance from bandstand. Boys laughed at me. Well I was the toughest anywhere I stepped. So I got away with it. Women love dancers. I loved women. I learned to sing love songs. But after puberty I could only sing the blues or gospel. Voice sounds like Bear from Armageddon LOL. I wanted to sing like Elvis & later The Bee Gees. Nope. I loved disco. I am a natural gymnast. I was doing parkour in elementary school. Long before it became a thing. So when I got on skates wow. I was built like the Hulk. Turning flips & doing the splits on skates. I’d do my own wheels. Had a pair for speed. A pair for moves. I was always the best at both. Disco. When your in love with a beautiful woman. Women loved me. I was romantic. Liked to listen to them. I’d let them do my hair. I made my own cool clothes. I knew every dance move. Didn’t hurt that I was the sexiest man they’d ever seen not in a movie. More soon.