I empathize.
I saved all of my child-hood books, fantacizing about reading them to the little girl i would some-day have.
My daughter is a tom-boy, and a bit of a jock.
She is also a Play Station Queen.
She wouldd rather catch frogs near the creek or build a fort than sit around with boring old Mom.
(And last Spring's experiment to get Mom on roller-blades was a complete disaster!)
Her big set piece was a brawl with a guy, in which she got thrown into a plaster wall a few times, came back, picked the guy up and bodyslammed him.
My wife, who was and still is a tomboy (did you know pantyhose can be used as a temporary, emergency fanbelt?), still had the "Oh, no! That's my daughter getting tossed around" reaction. I'm more off a chess geek, who writes poetry, but I still had the "Cool! My daughter just picked up and slammed down a guy who has to weigh at least 170 lbs."
You should have seen me when my then 10 year old daughter got me on a skateboard with her 3 year old sister. Needless to say, they had a good time discussing how their mommy fell in the hallway trying to save the 3 year old from a spill. Looking back, it would not have hurt her if she did take a fall. Then, there was the time that I locked my keys in the house and thought all the doors were locked. I broke a window, climbed on a lawn mower and fell. I had bruises from my knee to my ankle. Then to top it all off, the sliding doors were unlocked!