Reading between the sidelines
A female acquaintance recently asked me why I followed sports. Initially flustered by the elementary nature of the question, I replied with a measure of desperation, “Well, why do you read?”
A female acquaintance recently asked me why I followed sports. Initially flustered by the elementary nature of the question, I replied with a measure of desperation, “Well, why do you read?”
It’s always hard for me to not be a pessimistic sports fan. When the Patriots met the Giants in last year’s Super Bowl, I had the uneasy feeling that the Pats would fall to their nemesis again. I was right. When the Celtics took a 3-2 series lead over the Heat in last year’s Eastern Conference Finals, I knew it was only a matter of time before LeBron James would singlehandedly find a way to beat us. I was right again.