For the past 10 days, I have fallen asleep around midnight watching the Olympics on TV: Michael Phelps masquerading as a dolphin in the water, the Chinese gymnasts who weigh 80 pounds soaking wet, beach volleyball that frankly, in my opinion, has no place in the sporting legacy of Athens. (I don't get synchronized diving, either.)
I was once a jock, back when short, slow, pure shooters could still land a place on the starting five in girls' high school basketball. In the time shortly after the wheel was invented, when few girls actually used a windup for fast-pitch softball. In the dark ages, when the boys could bump the girls off the court or the field at practice simply because their sports were considered more real, more important.
Fortunately, adult sports are generally more good-natured than those of our youth: cutthroat games that placed us in social castes from which we never emerged. We don't have to be Olympians or even former jocks to participate in the games that are best enjoyed with friends, cold beer and a healthy dose of humor. In the following stories, you'll meet people with a passion for sports—and good times.