I adore sports. I absolutely love everything about it. I love playing them. I love watching them. Yep. I think it’s fair to say that I’m fairly addicted to sports. With that said, I understand my addiction and I do what I can to try and limit its impact on my wife and family. I think Crash Mom would say that it ebbs and flows. I don’t think I’ve done anything too crazy, but I definitely love to consume sports (watching or participating).
Tonight was a great example. BYU was playing Gonzaga (#3 team in the nation). Spoiler Alert: BYU won and it was awesome! The game was pretty stressful as Gonzaga made a few runs, but BYU played well. Plus, the win over Gonzaga should lock BYU into the field of 64 (oh wait…I think they expanded to 68, but whatever, they should be in) for March Madness.
A few times the Crash Wife has tried to understand why I love sports so much. Whenever we have that discussion I usually talk about the story behind the sports. If there’s a good story (ie. BYU has a chance to go to the tournament), then it adds so much to the game. It gives you something or someone to root for (or against on occasion). When it’s not my time, the storyline is usually me rooting for the underdog. It makes it fun.
Maybe that’s all there is to it. It’s fun. Why is it fun? I don’t know and I’m not sure I care. I enjoy it thoroughly. I try to make it so it doesn’t rule my life, but I love that it is a part of my life. I love competition. Maybe that’s the other reason I love sports. Either way, I’m still on the high after the big BYU win. That’s something I love.