I never did team sports growing up. I danced for several years — I was an '80s baby, after all, and every late '80s and early '90s baby will tell you of their early-in-life dance lessons. But I never had an innate drive to do any other type of movement.
It wasn't that I was necessarily bad at sports (my hand-eye coordination was okay, though I could have used a bit of speed), but as a small, bookish person I just didn't find the joy in movement like some others my age did. I liked reading, and I liked getting better at something (like writing), and I liked being just kind of reserved overall. My parents didn't mind that I wasn't particularly athletic.
They let us kids do us, and while they loved watching sports (our TV was always on football or basketball), it wasn't a particular goal or desire for them to have sports-oriented kids. Looking back, I would have been a terrible athlete in general. I truly had no competitive spirit and no desire to put in those hours of training.
When I watch sports games, I think of how sad the other team must be after losing. When I play board games, I ask everyone if they're having fun. I enjoy watching people win at something they so enjoy, even if I lose.
When it came to the Olympics — the pinnacle of athleticism and patriotism — we watched it, but we weren't the level of those Olympics families that are glued to the TV. We watched the opening ceremony, we cheered, we watched gymnastics and swimming (primarily), and then we just enjoye.