Roundtable Discussion: Five Fans Tell "Why I Love My Sport"
We all think our sport is the best. We may follow many sports, but there is always one that has a particular place in our hearts. Here, five different fans of five different sports provide their take on the sport that is their passion.
I have struggled with this statement for days now because, well, what isn't great about football?
Let me lay it out there for you. I am not a fan of the sport. It's not a passing fancy or a seasonal attention-getter—uh—football is life for me.
I breathe it in during the season, and when it's no longer there, I no longer know how to fill the void.
Sure, there are ways to kill the time: NFL Draft talk, pre-season prognostications, Organized Team Activities (OTAs), mini-camps, etc.
All serve the purpose of giving me my dose, but none satisfy me like the actual season.
Bring me the big hits, the great runs, the playmakers, the pageantry, and the passion. The game can not be encapsulated in a word or a cliché.
It's Walter Payton. It's Reggie White. It's Sammy Baugh. It's Joe Greene. It's Tom Brady. It's Hines Ward. It's Vince Lombardi.
It's about the history and the hard-core nature of each team's fans.
It's about playing the game hard for 60+ minutes and leaving absolutely nothing on the field.
In short, football is about turning an inch into a yard. It's about making "the catch"—no matter how improbable. It's about playing hard for the other 10 guys on the field because there is no such thing as "saying die" as long as there is time left on the clock.
It's men playing hard for the glory—contracts be damned.
So, what's the best thing about football in one word?
What I love about professional wrestling would have to be the entertainment it brings.
In the early 1990's, my sons and I began to watch MMA. The first matches had no time limits and were very ruthless, with far fewer rules than today's MMA. The reforms which have been made since then were much welcomed in my opinion, and helped to legitimize the sport in the eyes of the world.
As a sixty-three-year-old mother of two grown sons, who were involved in martial arts and both wrestled in high school, the grandmother of six children, four of whom have been in karate, and two grandsons who love the sport of wrestling—I have a special affinity for the sport of MMA.
Watching a baseball game is much like riding a roller coaster; the highs and lows of the lead changing hands during a game is akin to the thrill of an amusement park.
It’s like a drug—as quickly as the high comes, you get the crash of reality spilling all over your favorite team.
And, ultimately, you are left at home watching someone else win the World Series.
Still, you enjoyed the ride.
Baseball is something handed down from father to son; something that becomes more than just a game and ends up becoming your best friend and worst enemy. All the while, you beg for more.
It’s the crack of the bat and the smell of the freshly cut grass. It’s the thrill of the big fly, and it’s the excitement of a pitcher’s duel.
It’s a thinking man’s game; one that seems slow and sleepy. Yet, it is always punctuated by strategy and intensity. It’s a game within a game.
It’s a quirky game, filled with superstition and steeped in tradition; and, occasionally—no matter how long you've been watching—you will see something you've never seen before.
There’s a long history filled with statistics that truly mean something; and it’s a marathon of a season so there is always hope regardless of how your favorite team did on a given day.
It’s athletic and graceful; yet, at the same time, it can be frustrating and maddening, But, it doesn’t matter because it’s baseball—the American pastime.
It’s simply the greatest game in the world.
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