Beautiful

When I was in high school, I remember a conversation a friend of mine had.  Vaguely.  I don't remember who he was talking to, but the person was asking why football players took losing so hard.  My friend's explanation was quick, eloquent, and accurate.  He said, "because we give up our bodies for the game."  It rang true then, and it rings true now.  When I watch football, that's what it's about - even now.  Me, and my old man syndrome, remembering the passion of playing and reliving it through the players on the field.

I miss it.

Nowadays, I don't go to nearly as many high school games on Fridays as I used to.  Every year, I think about going to all the Tech games home and away, and I haven't been to any of them in a couple years.  I don't even go to Cowboys games.

I do have Mavericks season tickets, though.  I watch NBA basketball every night, watch replays online, watch multiple games at once, et cetera.  Why am I more attracted to this game than to football given the emotions I express above?  Because football is not beautiful.  Basketball is beautiful.  I'm watching the OKC/LAL game 4 right now.  I keep saying wow when Durant and Kobe make plays.  I watched this play about 20 times last night:



I'm ok if you disagree with me, but this is how I feel.  I love them both.  I miss playing football almost every day, despite it being 16 years since I last put on pads.  But, as a spectator, I choose basketball, and it's not really that close.