What makes sport such a beautiful thing is the despair that goes along with the euphoria.It's perplexing at its best and scary its at worse; it's borderline hedonism to only engage with the game when everything is going well. It defies the natural order of the universe; day and night, yin and yang, fire and water, good and evil, life and death, and Manly winning and losing!
You can follow a band and every gig is a good night.
But sport can devastate you, and it is because of those lows that the highs are so damm high.