This is sports. And as in any aspect of life, there is the good and the bad. There is the euphoria that comes with each play. And therefore a sinking feeling in the pit of one’s stomach when it bounces the other way.
I was once asked, what would life be without sports? For myself and many others the answer undoubtedly is monotony. The globalized market for sports spans larger than Pat Williams waste line, is more dynamic than an Adrian Peterson side-step, and older than even the hairs on Brett Favre’s chinny chin chin.
Today I reflect on the depression that has been felt beyond the borders of Minnesota. An anger that so many have felt when “their team” lost. That anger, is love behind a mask. And with the bad comes the assertion that good will be coming on the horizon.
My sports life is not monotonous because I know I have tomorrow. I know the sports page will be filled. Tomorrow has and always will bring another day in which sports will be relevant to the masses.
Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my sports life. Because sports do exist. And it is in moments like this, I realize how important sports are to not only me but to this world. I love sports, and this is sport in its purest form. I am a fan.
Sports fans, I’ll see you tomorrow.
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