My First Sport

I love sport's, I really do. In the worst of situations sport's makes for an awesome ice breaker. Now, keep in mind I don't love all sports. Certain sports like Golf and Cricket if it were upto me would not be considered sports.

Now, Basketball is an amazing sport. It's something I follow religiously. It's fast, its exciting and the cheerleaders are hot as hell. Sure, the cheerleaders maybe a notch below the NFL, but still almost as good.

But I guess we have to ask the question: What is it about sport's that makes sane men go crazy?

I mean there I was watching the 2000 NBA playoffs and the Knicks were struggling to get to the finals and every second they had me on the edge and breaking a sweat. I think I was under more pressure then than the first time I had sex!

I still remember the time Ayrton Senna died and I actually shed a tear. I even remember what I was doing when the Lakers came back from being down 15 points in the last 7 mins to beat the Trailblazers for their chance at winning the NBA finals in 2000. They then went on to win the NBA Championship three years running. That was just torture. Hell, how can any of us even forget the shot taken by Jordan in his last finals against the Utah Jazz?

The point is sports play a vital role in the life of all men and sometimes we have to wonder why? Is it the Cheerleaders? I mean it's just as easy to watch women that are just as hot in some porno and best part is they are naked. So it can't be that. It could be the fact that everybody wants to be like Mike? Can't argue with this one. It could just be that what man wouldn't want to make a living by playing our favourite sport? I mean those of us that can't play a sport, try to write about it or just watch it and then bitch and moan when our favourite teams get the shit beaten out of them.

But, when they win... it's like nothing can go wrong. Sure we didn't personally get anything out of it, but our favourite sports team did. I recently had a friend strip off his shirt, wave it around like a crazy person and shed tears when his Man Utd. beat Chelsea for the UEFA Champions Cup. While he was doing this, the only thing running through my mind was "He is so going to regret this tomorrow when I make fun of him!" and "I wonder if he would trade this moment to get laid?"

My point is, sports make us do crazy things, behave in crazy ways. Sometimes its worth it. Sometimes you just wish you could walk away. Cause sometimes the heartbreak is worse than when that HCHHSSTT at the bar turns you down for the tenth time in one night.