As fans and onlookers, we might not be out on the court or field with the athletes we admire and support. We might not be in the middle of an arena, with fans cheering our names and hanging on our every move, but we do get the trickle-on effect of those very same emotions. We jump for joy as the ones we adore fly through the air for that thunderous dunk. We sink to the ground in despair as our teams drop down the standings or falter in the final moments of a game. As kids, we mimicked them in the streets or at the park, as adults we unwittingly imitate them with the dizzying emotional highs and crushing lows.
An Ode To Karl-Anthony Towns, The Person
