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I am something of a sports nut, and have been all of my life. Although I played multiple sports in my youth, and was pretty decent in a few, I was never even close to achieving the kind of “elite athlete” status that would have resulted in anything more than a lifetime mainly as a spectator and a fan. While I, like most thinking folks, know that baseball is, by far, the greatest game ever invented, I am nevertheless an avid follower of pretty much all the major sports (I don’t consider watching other people driving cars real fast around a track a sport). Owing to circumstances that are unique to my life, and are of no interest to anyone else, I, like most folks, root for certain favorite teams (Saints, LSU, Yankees, UConn WBB) and root with almost equal ferocity against others (Red Sox, Patriots, Notre Dame, Cowboys). I’ve got my reasons, to which you should be entirely indifferent, just as I am to yours. My career in healthcare had nothing to do with sports, other than to repair damage to young people’s bodies created by their athletic endeavors.
I consider myself lucky because all of the teams for which I so ardently root have had their share of success. None of them win all of the time (UConn WBB, of course, comes closest), and I fully recognize that this is a good thing. I’m disappointed, sometimes bitterly, anytime any of them lose, but such contingencies never cause a loss of sleep or a change in personality…these are, after all, just sports.
I write this drivel because it is 8AM on Saturday morning, and, while my wife sleeps in, I am sitting here with my cup of coffee in a more anticipatory mood at this early hour than usual. Why? It’s easy: the young women of UConn have a game in a few hours and I’m excited to watch, just as I was a couple of nights ago when, alas, they played a tougher opponent and lost. I realize that I am not the least bit less excited than I would have been had the Huskies been coming off a typical win. OK, they lost…big deal! My life goes on, and my enthusiasm for the team’s fortunes, for better or worse, is undiminished. Maybe it’s because all of our lives are marked by successes and failures, but I identify with the current iteration of this team even more because of the struggles that ensue from being somewhat less talented than previous versions. But I can’t wait for noon to get here! Do you feel differently than I because, after eighteen or so tries, Louisville finally handed our favorite team a loss? Really?
I consider myself lucky because all of the teams for which I so ardently root have had their share of success. None of them win all of the time (UConn WBB, of course, comes closest), and I fully recognize that this is a good thing. I’m disappointed, sometimes bitterly, anytime any of them lose, but such contingencies never cause a loss of sleep or a change in personality…these are, after all, just sports.
I write this drivel because it is 8AM on Saturday morning, and, while my wife sleeps in, I am sitting here with my cup of coffee in a more anticipatory mood at this early hour than usual. Why? It’s easy: the young women of UConn have a game in a few hours and I’m excited to watch, just as I was a couple of nights ago when, alas, they played a tougher opponent and lost. I realize that I am not the least bit less excited than I would have been had the Huskies been coming off a typical win. OK, they lost…big deal! My life goes on, and my enthusiasm for the team’s fortunes, for better or worse, is undiminished. Maybe it’s because all of our lives are marked by successes and failures, but I identify with the current iteration of this team even more because of the struggles that ensue from being somewhat less talented than previous versions. But I can’t wait for noon to get here! Do you feel differently than I because, after eighteen or so tries, Louisville finally handed our favorite team a loss? Really?