Certainly, there are arguments and debates nation-wide that solely exists because of the world of sports. The Tiger Woods story broke records. A story of a man in the world of sports cheating on his wife was the cover story for days and days, so much so that it was consecutively the cover story more days then the attack on September 11. Now, I am not trying to make a political or social critique but I am saying something about sports.
How do they do it?
There is nothing like seeing the snap of a football into an awaiting quarterback's hands. From here the ball will either be spiraled out to execute a running game play or tucked under the arm to make it to a first down and ultimately, a touch down.
What is it about helmets clashing and men in tight pants that brings awe to my spirit?
There is a certain amount of beauty in the spiral of a ball, soaring 30 yards down the way to expecting arms. There is even more stunning glamour to the arms catching the ball and running to the endzone.
Immediately there are under-dogs and the giants of the game. There are coaches and players. There are fields and fans. There aren't words enough to explain what watching a game does to a person.
There is a certain beauty to the game.
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