ithout a doubt, caring about sports is the stupidest thing I do with my spare time. On an intellectual level, I know that it’s 100% frivolous and full of all sorts of irreconcilable contradictions, but beyond that, it often causes me great distress, which seems like a very silly thing to voluntarily sign up for.
Of course, it also sometimes involves unconquerable joy. That’s pretty great! And every once in a while, you get to see something you’ve never seen before, which is pretty neat, too.
But how often do we get all of that — literally all of it, from excruciating agony to unbridled happiness to “WTF DID I JUST WITNESS?