Are you a crazy sports fan? It’s okay if you are–there are plenty of you out there–and you know who you are. You’re the very enthusiastic spectator who wears the team colors either in clothing or body paint, often from head to toe. You enter a stadium with your heart racing and feet bouncing. You jump up from the sofa and scream at the TV when you’re home watching a game. You cry when your team loses. You do cartwheels and beer bongs when they win. Okay, maybe not beer bongs, but you feel a very real and personal connection to your favorite players. I get it.
Normally, I am not one of you. I clap and cheer, but without any real attachment to a specific team or player of any sport. Well, yesterday I crossed over to your world. My son’s high school lacrosse team played for the state championship title of their division, and it was an awesome game! Wearing my team colors, I was jumping up, arms raised, shouting until I had to gasp for air. Another son who was sitting beside me giggled a “Mom…”
There’s something about witnessing the intensity of competition among a bunch of capable athletes that is truly impressive. The boys, many of whom I’ve known since they were eight, were playing hard and playing well. It was wonderful! When they won, 8-4, there were tears of joy in many parents’ eyes, lots of hugging and high-fiving in the stadium and on the field. While I can’t say I’m a complete convert, I will embrace my crazy sports fan personna any time my kids are part of the game, and I will love it!