> So I didn’t really get into sports growing up. Despite his best efforts, my dad couldn’t really interest me in playing, and he really never, you know, invited me into his world. Plus, he totally bailed when I was like 13, and I didn’t want anything to do with what he was into. Lately, I’m getting into sports—football, soccer—and, really, considered on its own merits, I’m not getting it. Oh, we men’ll tell you it’s about watching finely tuned athletic machines exercise their talent and skill in the pursuit of victory. We’ll tell you it’s about community—about being part of something that’s larger than ourselves, but I think that’s only partly true. The only convincing explanation I can think of for a bunch of grown men sitting around getting excited watching other sweaty grown men in tight white pants run up and down the field is the vicarious thrill. It’s socially acceptable porn: who doesn’t want to be the guy who makes the play and scores? In this way, many of us have traded one addiction for another. Your thoughts in the comments, please.
>The Secret About Watching Sports That Guys Don’t Want You To Know
randomlychad — October 13, 2010