bonding sessions

It's funny how men who normally can't stand each other's company, men who don't normally mingle or talk, can easily forget their animosity or indifference towards each other when it comes to sports.  In this case, it's basketball. 

Every guy in our office floor was inside the pantry watching the ball game this afternoon, paying no heed that it was still business hours.  Shouting every once in a while their exuberance or annoyance for each good or bad move the players made. 

Men seem to bond more easily than women.  Just give them a ballgame, a couple bottles of beer or a chance to ogle at hot women (even better, both) and they're set.   For the life of me, I could never understand how they do that.  Because if it were me, I'd just sit there and watch the game silently.  But then I'm not a man.

At times I envy the kind of easy rapport they seem to be able to build with other people so easily…even for a short period of time.  It usually takes me a couple of meetings or conversations before I warm up to a person.  Even then, I still come off aloof or at times, snobbish.  It doesn't bother me really, what other people think of me.  But sometimes I wish I could be like a man, to just be able to connect easily with others over something as basic as a basketball game.