To say that America is sports crazy, such as assertion certainly comes as a surprise to very few.

At the youth level, the emphasis on organized sports is beyond reasonable. Regular seasons, playoffs, off-seasons, travel teams, all-star teams, practices and games on school nights, and in some locales just about all of the above even on Sundays.

Darien High School in Connecticut — where our grandchildren live — has sports facilities on a par with many colleges. The artificial turf on practice and playing fields surely cost tens of thousands of dollars. These fields are used for recreation leagues as well as interscholastic sports. Probably the two predominant sports there are lacrosse and soccer. It’s a “sports obsessed” place, for sure.

At the college level, the one-and-done — mostly in basketball — speaks to the hypocrisy of the term “student athlete.” And when coaches and A.D.’s make far, far more than presidents and chancellors, well, that tells us what’s really “important.” Now, professional sports is all about making money, as they provide year ’round entertainment for fans, especially through TV.

While I care nothing about professional sports, absolutely nothing about any of it, at least they don’t pretend it’s not about money.

I was someone who grew up loving athletics, as a sandlot player, then through high school, college, (one year) then in the service, as well as being a coach, newspaper sports editor, TV sports director, a certified referee and fan, all of which doesn’t mean squat. (“Squat” is a technical term.)

Looking back at the various stages of my sports-life involvement, I had different levels of interest over the years, and by the time I was in my sixties my zeal began to wane for watching just about any kind of athletics.

For the past decade or so, watching sports on TV has been a very, very low priority, and actually going to a game is just about out of the question. No thanks. The Olympics does hold my interest, however; especially track and field.

Now, kind readers, I suspect this sports monograph has not been the most riveting thing you’ve come across lately. Fact is, I’d be a bit surprised if many of you made it this far.

So. To what purpose has this baring of the soul (Is that a dramatic way of putting it, or what?) about my sports purview been? Beats me.

I’ll try to do better next week. It won’t be about sports, okay?

And you can be doubly assured it won’t be about politics.

Have yourself a good day. You hear?