Why I Am A Sports Fan

I've thought about this topic for some time now. I have literally cried over baseball — specifically Dodger baseball. So many highs and lows for sports and me.

I guess my illogical love for baseball is similar to my equally illogical love of playing golf. In both endeavours I have dealt with more than my fair share of failure. In both the humiliation was often so deep I swore them off — at least for a minute or two. What brings me roaring back to two of my greatest passions are the triumphant moments that are so few and far between. In golf I'll triple bogey a hole (or worse), swear to sell my clubs on eBay, then sink a birdie putt and dance the tango with my putter.

Baseball is a little different; I have no control over the game. However, I feel every J.D. Drew strikeout, every Chad Billingsley walk, every Padre victory. I take everything so personally. Many a day has been ruined for me by a poor Dodger performance.

Then nights like last night happen. I could prattle on about why I love this game and how it affects me, but stories like this say more than I ever could.