Why I Fucking Love Sports

You got your highs, you got your lows.

This time of year you are snoozing your way through the baseball season. You just agonized over the Bruins Game 7 loss in the Stanley Cup finals, which was crushingly painful but the hockey was fucking amazing. Before that you exulted in ANOTHER Super Bowl win by THE PATS.

All exciting stuff.

Then you settle into baseball, napping and drooling your way through games.

Suddenly, Wimbledon is upon you. Did you see the mens' final? No? Why the fuck not? Were you polishing your nails? Cleaning out your fucking gutters?

If you don't think tennis is exciting you are scum. A real worthless human being.

Djokovic and Federer played 25 games. IN THE LAST SET. Do you fucking get that? First time ever. You settle in to watch some tennis, mano e mano, and you get an epic match that had to be decided by a tie breaker in the fifth set. First time ever.

I think they played a total of 67 games over the entire match. Fucking mind blowing.

This is why sports rock. You never know when your mind will be blown. (Even in baseball, I hate to admit).

Before that, the American women's soccer team kicked ass and won the World's Cup. How very fucking cool.

I did not watch one minute of that competition and am a lesser man for it. I did not consciously avoid it, I just didn't make the effort.

I should have. It was great stuff. It is great stuff.

Maybe Tiger will win The Open this weekend. Wouldn't that be cool? He won The Masters and that was positively mind blowing. Fucking amazing.

Sports, man. Just when you get lulled to sleep during a 162 game schedule, or an 82 game schedule, someone or somebodies come along and make you say "Holy shit, human beings can do that? They can perform at that level and make my life better?"

Live for that, baby. You ain't got much else.