Now, I'm not a sports guy, let's get that straight. Eight years ago, at the start of the Superbowl, I asked my friends "so... what exactly is a 'down'?".
Right.
Not a sports guy at all. As a result, those friends of mine, mostly female, who are also not into sports often feel it necessary to express their disbelief-- and often mild disdain-- at how into sports some people can get. These are people I respect, mind you, but what I find quite a bit more incomprehensible than how involved some folks can get in their teams, is how some folks can be so completely out of touch with the rest of humanity to not have an inkling as to why this might be. It doesn't put you ahead of the masses to not share their sports mania, it puts you aside and, perhaps, behind.
Sorry. I'm not a sports guy, but I'm a people guy, and if you can't understand the desire to become a part of something bigger than yourself-- the joy of sitting on the edge of your seat at the bottom of the ninth, one run behind with two outs, two strikes and one man on base; hearing your whole neighborhood go nuts while your QB runs 65 yards for a touchdown; watching a three-pointer fly through the air as the final seconds run off the clock-- then I just don't know what to tell you.
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