I never considered myself to be a fan of sports. I normally do not voluntarily watch sports or play them -- I am not sporty. I hate to call myself a bandwagoner, but I probably fit better in that category rather than in another being an actual fan. I could probably name every occasion in which I watched a football game and why I did so. The reasons may or may not include -- an excuse to drink with my friends or why else, for a boy.

People ask me where I am from and the follow-up question is always sports related. They ask, "Are you a Cleveland Browns fan?" I respond the same way every time, saying I am not a big sports person -- while thinking uh, of course, I'm not a Browns fan. I blame my family for my lack of football enthusiasm.

I have always been tall for my age, so strangers often viewed me as an all-star athlete. Little do they know I never made it past the t-ball stage as a child, tennis lessons were more of a hobby, and my soccer career ended well before high school. And no, I never played volleyball or basketball. Watching from the sidelines and cheering (for years in uniform) is more my style.

I am not thinking about having kids anytime soon, but there is a slight fear in the back of my mind that my future children will be boys who want to play sporty, adventurous games outside while I want to be inside with girls playing dress-up and Barbies.

Now that I probably made myself seem like the girliest girly girl on the planet, I would like to make clear that I am not a hardcore fan, but there is a sport I enjoy to some extent -- golf. I guess I should also mention that I like the players slightly more than the game. Your taste is questionable if you do not think a guy wearing golf attire is attractive.

For one reason or another, most of my friends seem to disagree with me on this subject. Golf can be boring to watch. Trust me, I do not find it riveting either. Maybe I like golf because I grew up around it. My grandparents have always lived on a golf course. For as long as I can remember, my younger sister, dad, and I would hit golf balls after dinner during our annual family vacation to Florida. My dad would much rather watch golf than football, my mom was a beverage cart girl at one point in her life, and my sister got into a golf cart accident well before a car accident.

Golf is calm. It is serene and low-key. A player has time to think. An audience has time to watch him or her focus -- concentration bursts from ambitious eyes, down to the tee. In other words, The Masters is not The Super Bowl. It is also one of the only sports intertwined to corporate America. I would like to think serious business deals go down on the golf course, being that I have a flourishing impression that golfers are the clever and sneaky ones.

Golf requires skill and patience. Hitting a tiny ball into a small hole is anything but easy. Staying focused is also a necessity. Whacking a club and getting lucky is not all the sport entails. Not to say that other sports do not require these same aspects.

Cam Newton is a solid professional football player. Serena Williams seems to know her way around a tennis court. And Kobe Bryant can shoot a basketball a lot better than others. Well, what do I know, anyway? I am not a sports fan.

But if Danny Willett can defeat a Jordan -- he definitely has a thing or two going for him.