The Art of Sports
Did you *see* the hockey game last night? Or rather, the last 10 seconds? When Teemu Selanne scored the game tying goal? He was literally jumping for joy on his skates. I mean, the guy is 40 years old, at the tail end of a long season, and here he was acting like a rookie scoring his first NHL goal. It was freaking beautiful! This is yet another example of why he's possibly my all-time favorite athlete. Even at this stage of his career he still finds moments of absolute joy in the game.
Some might argue that sport is wasteful, that it doesn't contribute to society in a meaningful way, and that it consumes resources tremendously disporportional to what value it may actually have. I'm not entirely unsympathetic to portions of these arguements, but the essence of "sport" is fundamentally human. It's a medium that distills the variety of human "virtues" (skill, effort, focus, determination, dedication, honor, intelligence, loyalty, spirit, etc.) into a cathartic blend. It's art on an ephemeral canvas, forever changing because it's the ultimate collaborative performance piece with the artists working to maximize their interference (both constructive and destructive) with one another.
That's the thing about sports in general. You're hard-pressed to find another endeavor that concentrates so much human emotion/passion into such a pure, simple, and free expression. And like any other type of art, at its best it serves to draw you in, engages you, inspires you, and challenges you to share in that experience and use it to create your own.
Some might argue that sport is wasteful, that it doesn't contribute to society in a meaningful way, and that it consumes resources tremendously disporportional to what value it may actually have. I'm not entirely unsympathetic to portions of these arguements, but the essence of "sport" is fundamentally human. It's a medium that distills the variety of human "virtues" (skill, effort, focus, determination, dedication, honor, intelligence, loyalty, spirit, etc.) into a cathartic blend. It's art on an ephemeral canvas, forever changing because it's the ultimate collaborative performance piece with the artists working to maximize their interference (both constructive and destructive) with one another.
That's the thing about sports in general. You're hard-pressed to find another endeavor that concentrates so much human emotion/passion into such a pure, simple, and free expression. And like any other type of art, at its best it serves to draw you in, engages you, inspires you, and challenges you to share in that experience and use it to create your own.
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