In a time when steroids and scandals are tainting the game, the Bulls/Celtics series reminded me of the many reasons that I love sports:
College Football opening weekend.
The Worlds Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party.
March Madness and the Final Four.
Night games at Fenway and day games at Wrigley.
Sunday at Augusta and the Green Jacket.
Everything about Augusta.
The month of April.
Fight Night at the MGM.
Dike Mutombo's finger wag.
Every UNC/Duke basketball game ever played.
Tailgating before football games.
The 1995 Braves (So I'm a little bias).
Ken Griffey Jr's swing.
Hank Aaron, Babe Ruth, Willie Mays, and every other baseball legend who accomplished what they did without steroids.
Watching Ovechkin and Crosby go at it on the ice.
NHL Playoff Hockey, especially in Canada.
The World Cup.
The Little League World Series.
The Grandstands at Talladega.
Lebron, Kobe and Wade pushing each other to a new level.
The Redeem Team.
A cold beer on a warm day at the ballpark.
Stephen Curry and his mom.
Manny Ramirez's personality.
Any stadium that hasn't sold out its naming rights.
Catching a foul ball.
Derrick Rose, Kevin Durant and Brandon Roy, the future of the NBA.
December's at Lambeau.
The NFL Playoffs.
The Hail Mary.
Athletes who give back because they want too, not because they have too.
Did I mention Augusta?
Hopefully the second round of the NBA playoffs can trump the first, or maybe the NHL will become relevant again, but if not, I will continue to love sports simply because I hope to be inspired again.