Sunday, November 18, 2007

On sports

We went to the UM/OSU football game yesterday. It was to say the least, an interesting experience.

I have to admit, I don't really enjoy sporting events for the most part, or at least I'm beginning to think that I don't. Crowds aren't really my thing. But aside from that, being a spectator really isn't my thing.

I love playing sports. Pretty much any sport. Granted, I'm not very good at any of them, but I enjoy letting my competitive nature free for a while from time to time. But watching sports is the worst. It's like playing, in that if you're not careful you'll become invested in the outcome, but you don't have any control over the outcome. In the case of the game I went to ysterday, I could only sit and watch as Ohio State beat Michigan. Luckily, I'm not as invested in Michigan football as a lot of other people or it would have ruined my whole day.

Over the years I've been to a few professional baseball games, and a few college football games, and even a college basketball game. And they've all been fun, to a point. My best experiences were when I was a child sat in awe at the outsized nature of big time sports. As an adult the chief pleasure in going to a game has been derived from the company. Perhaps I've become inured to the grandiose after 26 years in the US.

Inevitably, at some point during the game I begin to ask myself...what's the point. Why am I here? What is so compelling that 110,000 people would gather in one place? A bunch of young men throwing a ball around? Is that really so gripping, so important that it draws more people than church, or than the symphony, or even than a rock concert?

Besides that I always feel a little a little guilty. For one thing there is an association between big time sports and alcohol. Walking through the rows of tailgaters at 10 in the morning the alcohol flowed freely. Even on the high-school campus every car had a table set up with rows of bottles.
Besides that, there's the money issue. It would be hard to justify the money that goes toward sports in this country if it went towards buying food for homeless people. But as it is it goes to television stations, agents, owners and guys with big guns.

So anyway,

3 comments:

Steven said...

Invisible hand, buddy. Also, rising water lifts all the boats, right?

I hope Ann Arbor hasn't loosened your grip on economics...

Bentley said...

not really asking about why

more trying to suggest

that perhaps our priorities

could use a reset

Mamita Betsy said...

I totally agree...my alma mater calls all the time and asks for donations, and I see so many other bigger needs--what do you guys think? should I give them money? This weekend I was with ladies from all over central Mexico and felt compelled to give away all my spending money--my prayer partner I got at the retreat sells garlic and some other goods on the street every day in Mexico City. Her daughter is a drug addict, 22 years old with a baby, and her 2nd husband molested her younger daughter. Instead of going to picturesque Tepotztlan on Sat. afternoon I was huddled with this dear lady whose name is Cynthia in a counseling session. EArlier in my workshop we worked through a study on "Abiding in Christ", and we had a time for each women to have a short quiet time, then shared in small groups what they learned, and I said they could illustrate their group's findings with a mime, song, drawing or whatever. Cynthia began sobbing in her group because she had always wanted to draw as a child, and when her first husband began beating her, she never drew anything again. For the first time in many years she drew a drawing--a house by a big tree, a river flowing birds and sun in the sky. I asked her to draw me someting before she left and I have two little drawings tucked in my Bible, they are like a child's drawings, but filled with meaning for me. Sorry this was so long...