<DIV>Boy, time moves quickly! Has it been 30 days already, Hansen?</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>Best,</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>Donovan<BR><BR><B><I>Tom Hansen <thansen@moscow.com></I></B> wrote:</DIV> <BLOCKQUOTE class=replbq style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #1010ff 2px solid">>From the "Life of Reilly" (by Rick Reilly) in today's (November 9, 2007)<BR>Sports Illustrated.<BR><BR>-----------------------------------------------------<BR><BR>It Isn't Just a Game<BR>By Rick Reilly<BR><BR>When I was a sophomore in college, working on the town newspaper, a<BR>professor took me aside and said, "You need to get out of sports. You're<BR>better than sports."<BR><BR>I still get that crap. "So when are you going to graduate from sports and<BR>go write for Time?" strangers will say. "You know, do something important?"<BR><BR>I stamp my feet and hold my breath and insist that sports is important and<BR>worthy of my devotion. And they go, "Why?"
And that's when I look at them<BR>like a poodle at a card trick. But now I'm ready with my answer.<BR><BR>I love sports because . . .<BR><BR>- It's about loyalty and passion and family. We love the Vikings because<BR>Grandma loved the Vikings, and nothing and nobody is going to make us<BR>switch. Sports isn't an escape from life - it's woven into the fabric of<BR>it.<BR><BR>- It leads to instant parades. How cool is that? Name anything else in<BR>life that galvanizes a city to pull off a parade involving 500,000 people<BR>with two days' planning? And then the guys in the parades do jigs in kilts.<BR><BR>- It's the best kind of reality TV. That's real blood. Those are real<BR>tears. There's no director hollering, "Cut! Effects!" I was covering the<BR>NBA once when Seattle's 7'2" Tom Burleson fell hard under the hoop. No<BR>foul. As he was running downcourt, hand to bleeding mouth, he suddenly<BR>whipped something that hit me in the chest and plopped onto my notepad.
It<BR>was his tooth.<BR><BR>- It gives us a sense of place. Even if there isn't a single Indianapolis<BR>Colt from Indianapolis, the players live there, they eat there, they take<BR>out their trash there. They carry the flag for our town and our friends.<BR>And in the era of one-Starbucks-per-parking meter cities, sports gives us<BR>Wrigley, Fenway, and Lambeau. Remember that the next time they want to tear<BR>down your stadium and put up a damn Invesco Field.<BR><BR>- There's no back door in. If you're Aaron Spelling's daughter and you want<BR>to act, you get to act. If you're a Trump, you get to build. But nobody in<BR>sports makes it onto the field because he caught a lucky sperm. Jose and<BR>Ozzie Canseco were identical twins. Jose played 1,887 major league games.<BR>Ozzie played 24.<BR><BR>- And sports doesn't care how you did last month, either. If you're Derek<BR>Jeter and you stop hitting, it doesn't matter how many Visa commercials<BR>you've done, you're toast.
And yet Flavor Flav still puts out CDs.<BR><BR>- It turns hardened people to mush. Truck drivers weep over it. Nurses are<BR>overcome. Tell me the last time the ballet did that.<BR><BR>- The No Way That Just Happened moment seems to happen every 20 minutes.<BR>Fifteen laterals to win at 00:00; 41-point 'dog whips No. 1; kid overcomes<BR>cancer to clinch World Series. The notion that anybody can become president<BR>is pretty much dead - but in sports, anybody can still grow up to beat<BR>Michigan.<BR><BR>- It encourages good, healthy hating. If I'm an Auburn fan, I can hate you,<BR>an Alabama fan, from the bottom of my hater, and it's alright. I can seethe<BR>about it and write blogs about it and boo about it without getting arrested<BR>or hit with a restraining order. Who knows where all that hate would go<BR>without sports?<BR><BR>- It's cheap. With HD, who needs tickets? We've all been the guy who spent<BR>a week's salary to go to the game and ended up wishing he was
back on the<BR>couch eating queso dip with his buddies. (That's another thing: Without<BR>sports, would there even be queso dip?)<BR><BR>- It's black and white, there's no gray area. Every night there's a winner<BR>and there's a loser and nothing in between. There's no waiting to see the<BR>third-quarter fiscal report. It's open to zero interpretation. I've never<BR>been to a game yet where, at the end, the ref announced, "O.K., Cleveland<BR>won 14-13, but the Cleveland coach was blocking his deep-seated childhood<BR>need for validation. So, actually Buffalo is the winner." There's a score<BR>and it's fair and clean and easy to understand. Except for figure skating,<BR>of course.<BR><BR>- It's new all the time. A Rolling Stones concert is the same 80 nights in<BR>a row, but an Avalanche-Red Wings game is a new, epic novel every time.<BR><BR>- It gives us something safe to talk about at Thanksgiving without upsetting<BR>Aunt Harriet or causing Grandpa to storm off in a
huff. It's not religion,<BR>politics, war, or money. Sports is a way in. One of the best emails I ever<BR>got was from a 25-year-old: "Thanks for writing what you did about the Red<BR>Sox. It's the first time I've been able to talk to my dad in five years."<BR><BR>So bite me, professor. Thirty years later, I still don't think I'm better<BR>than sports.<BR><BR>In fact, it's been the other way around the whole time.<BR><BR>-----------------------------------------------------<BR><BR>Seeya round town, Moscow.<BR><BR>Tom Hansen<BR>Moscow, Idaho<BR><BR>"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving<BR>safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in<BR>sideways, chocolate in one hand, a drink in the other, body thoroughly used<BR>up, totally worn out and screaming 'WOO HOO. What a ride!'"<BR><BR><BR><BR>=======================================================<BR>List services made available by First Step Internet, <BR>serving the
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