There’s something to be said for people who can go about their daily lives oblivious to the world of sports. People who have things far more important to do than glue themselves to the television for an entire Saturday to watch college football, pay out hundreds of dollars over the course of a summer to root on their team at the ballpark, or sacrifice early (and I mean early) mornings at the altar of BPL soccer. These people don’t carry the burden of losses with them throughout the week, they’ve never sat with their head in their hands hours after a crushing defeat inflicted upon men they’ve never met, and a franchise much more interested in making money than winning.
But I wouldn’t trade places with them for the world.
These people have also never known the elation of a last second victory. They’ve never screamed at the top of their lungs in a stadium filled with thousands of people all yearning for a single outcome. These deprived individuals will never understand the wonder of watching history made on a racetrack or golf course. There is something to be said for these people, but not nearly enough for me to wish that I was one.
It’s important for me to note that I’m not just talking about weekend warriors. I’m not talking about folks who follow a football team but are “just not that into hockey”. I’m talking about those of us who are consumed by a passion for competition. People who will watch an NFL game and a PGA Tour event with equal relish. Those of us who schedule our lives around the round of 68 in March and who take time off of work between Christmas and New Years because heaven forbid you miss the Little Caesars Bowl. I’m talking about sports fans.
This isn’t a knock on those of you have a sport of choice or a couple of teams that you root for. In fact my life would be much easier if I was one of you. This is probably more of an advertisement for a support group. But let’s be honest, if you got several of us in a room together we’d all end up watching whatever high school football game was playing on local cable access that night.
This piece is just intended to let helpless, addicted sports junkies out there know that you’re not alone. There are more of us than you know. You’ll find us every now and then making polite conversation at a party, just waiting for someone to mention a play or statistic from the weekend so we can break into eloquent soliloquy about it. If you look over our shoulders at our laptop screens in Starbucks, our Facebook feed will be filled with ESPN stories, Sports Illustrated articles, and tweets from athletes instead of photos and posts from friends and family.
There are others who share your burden, and your joy. And who will gladly share a beer and watch The CrossFit Games with you.