Instead of searching for my notes on stories I should’ve written long ago I spent most of Sunday afternoon on the couch watching TV.

I started out with “Flash Point” that I’d recorded, then a game show for a couple of hours that gave me a lift when the contestants didn’t know the answers, but I did.

Then in a search to find something other than about people being shot, stabbed, or murdered I found a soccer game. Since I don’t understand any of those rules I switched channels. That’s when I came across the U.S. Open, and got interested in it though I know little about golf except what my husband told me. Bill said, “The idea is to hit the little ball before you hit the big ball.”

I really wanted to watch some tennis, but the French Open is over, and Wimbledon isn’t until later this month. Bill and I started playing tennis during the 1990s Pete Sampras and Wimbledon years. We played with friends John and Lena at the public tennis courts that used to be across the street from the middle school on Mitchell Road.

With no Wimbledon on Sunday I settled in to watch golf. And, in spite of a rain delay, I really got into it, especially when one of the players who’d gotten off to a poor start started challenging the winners.

The matches went back and forth, and the rain played havoc, but a guy from California named J.J. Spaun won. His wife and two young daughters were there to congratulate him on his Father’s Day win, and that gave me a case of “the feel-goods,” as Bill used to call them.

Now I’m reminded about what Courtney, my just-turned-70-year-old son-from-another-mother, told me years ago. He said, “Sports are the purest form of entertainment.”

Of course, I think he said that while we were standing during a seventh inning stretch at Busch Stadium, and surely his Cards were winning.

My Daddy was also a big baseball fan so I love baseball, too. He checked me out of high school in the early 1960s so we could watch his New York Yankees win the World Series, twice. I think Yogi Berra was one of his favorites because he, like Daddy, was born in Missouri.

Oh, and about me getting the answers right watching those TV game shows. I should mention that I mainly watch episodes of “Family Feud.” But lately I’ve been able to get at least one right answer on “Jeopardy!”