Never assume, my friend. Never assume. And because he won't read this thread, I'll speak for him. Seatbelt isn't a sports kind of guy.
I don't have one... I never watch hockey.
That's almost my line.... I usually would say something more like, "I dunno, whoever won the final four is fine with me, I can't keep up with hockey."
I like watching motor-sports, but don't follow them, so don't try striking up That conversation with me either.
I swam competitive for about 5 years, but didn't keep up with it because I thought ill of the high school swim coach and never joined the team. That was a waste.
I neither follow nor play sports.
My father was a workaholic who had an on-the-road type job until I was about 14, so even if he had known enough about sports to fill a thimble (which he still doesn't), he missed the chance to indoctrinate me.
Being dyslexic, the hand eye coordination thing didn't really come naturally to me (still doesn't - I close my eyes or look away sometimes when doing things that need coordination... for example, I have developed a bizarre tendency to not put something from my left hand into my right hand [and the other way about], but rather throw it the distance, often without thinking about it. At work this is usually a sharpie, knife, screwdriver, scissors, or the digital camera.
But I must do it without looking or something is going to hit the floor! I've nearly started threads to ask if anyone else does this because I really don't understand it...). The hand eye coordination thing overflowed to my feet, too. This means that soccer is a bit beyond me, as well. This coordination thing may have been the cause, or may have merely coupled with a tendency of mine to be hit with whatever ball is involved in the game. I developed a sports aversion early and firmly. I try to introduce them to my children, but they've already chosen the bookish route anyway.
In high school I was required to have 3 physical activity credits. When I opted to not stick with band all the way through my sophomore year (been at it since 6th grade, disliked the pressure I felt from comparison to my brother, but again that was a waste, too.) that meant I would need to do something for one more physical activity credit. Along came Co-Ed Dance.
The title of the course was nearly a misnomer. The class met capacity and no other students could sign up, however, there were only 3 guys in the class... One swore he was gay and everyone swore he wasn't. One swore he wasn't and everyone swore he was. Then there was me...the only guy in the class that the girls would dance with. Yep. 3 guys. Dance class full of girls. And just me being passed around like an epidemic flu, while the other two had to dance with each other. Again, as long as I didn't look at my feet, I was reasonably coordinated. Most of the girls were OK with me looking them in the eye while we danced. It made it easier to lead. A few weren't, and either we didn't dance again or I looked at the general vicinity of their hairline, and had to use body cues to lead.
Today, dancing is still something I enjoy.
There. Enough wall of text to be exempted from any further talk of me and sports?