Horse racing depresses me. A day at the races in Epsom can be fun for the booze and sunshine and posh totty but it mainly conjours up images of twice divorced alcoholics in the corner of some greasy pub pretending to be the "happy maverick" but in reality gambling and drinking away the kid's...
Cricket. Mainly because at boarding school in the summer term if you got detention it wasn't one hour in a classroom it was about 5 hours on a Saturday afternoon being made to score the cricket. Put me off for life.