The beautiful game.
You need to check out that link to a compilation of soccer moments... combined w/ a killer soundtrack, you can feel the rawness of all the emotions the players feel... it's amazing.
After watching it, I couldn't help but relive some of my own personal highlights; and remember how much the low points really sucked. It's pretty crazy how a "game" can draw so much intensity, excitement, love, disappointment, anger, and sadness from you in the span of 60-90 minutes (depending on the sport).
Sports become another identity for me, where my shortcomings and insecurities are tossed aside, and I get to become someone else on that field. On one hand, it is incredibly liberating when I get to run free and perform well against the competition, but it's also scary to see the ugliness that could come out because of the very same competitiveness that brings so much joy.
When you see the faces of the players celebrate, there is nothing else that compares to that sense of elation. You could have been fired from a job and broken up w/ a girlfriend, but scoring the game winning TD... you will be on cloud 9 for hours. There is nothing like it. You feel a calm confidence like Superman in the fact that you can single-handedly destroy the opposition at your choosing, but also an incredible rush of excitement that pulses through your body. It's literally a surge of adrenaline you can feel in your body pushing you to keep going. As you play, everyone else seems to move a little bit slower, you seem to be able to anticipate things faster, and everything just feels right.
I'm not even mentioning if there are rivalries or other elements that might enhance the importance of the game. Those just kick things to a whole new level.
MAN, I want to play!!
After watching it, I couldn't help but relive some of my own personal highlights; and remember how much the low points really sucked. It's pretty crazy how a "game" can draw so much intensity, excitement, love, disappointment, anger, and sadness from you in the span of 60-90 minutes (depending on the sport).
Sports become another identity for me, where my shortcomings and insecurities are tossed aside, and I get to become someone else on that field. On one hand, it is incredibly liberating when I get to run free and perform well against the competition, but it's also scary to see the ugliness that could come out because of the very same competitiveness that brings so much joy.
When you see the faces of the players celebrate, there is nothing else that compares to that sense of elation. You could have been fired from a job and broken up w/ a girlfriend, but scoring the game winning TD... you will be on cloud 9 for hours. There is nothing like it. You feel a calm confidence like Superman in the fact that you can single-handedly destroy the opposition at your choosing, but also an incredible rush of excitement that pulses through your body. It's literally a surge of adrenaline you can feel in your body pushing you to keep going. As you play, everyone else seems to move a little bit slower, you seem to be able to anticipate things faster, and everything just feels right.
I'm not even mentioning if there are rivalries or other elements that might enhance the importance of the game. Those just kick things to a whole new level.
MAN, I want to play!!
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