In which I wrote an Avengers ficlet and need more Avengers-related icons.
Tony doesn't do sports. He especially doesn't do golf. There's nothing more soul-sucking than whacking a tiny pitted ball with a flimsy metal club at an itty bitty hole several miles away that's marked by a flag that you swear is taunting you...and then doing it seventeen more times. He's okay with other national pastimes-c'mon, how can you argue with a bunch of helmeted bulked up men fumbling after a funny shaped pigskin?-but if asked he'd just say, "Cars and horses." They're fast, they're gorgeous, they're dangerous. They're perfect. His biggest payout was in the 2001 Kentucky Derby, when he put down several thousand bucks on some gray horse named after a king. And he'll never say no to taking a spin in a joyously aerodynamic Formula One car, just as long as Vanko isn't waiting somewhere on the racetrack. All in all, his taste in sports aligns with his lifestyle - flashy, fast, and absolutely dangerous. C'mon, he's Iron Man!
So he has no one but himself to blame when it's the 7th inning at Dodger Stadium and he's being hauled up onto his feet by one Steve Rogers to sing "Take Me Out To The Ball Game" along with several thousand blue-and-white Dodger fans. What the hell.