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This has got to be the 25th thread we’ve had asking this same question.
I don’t understand what’s so puzzling about it. Meaning no disrespect to Martini Endfield, who seems like a bright enough guy, it strikes me as being a phenomenally stupid question. The people who ask “why do people like sports” and sometimes just say “Liking sports is stupid” (the OP, to his credit, is the former) then rush off and engage in their own trivial pursuits, like old movies, pop music, reality TV, science fiction novels, etc. etc.
What is so hard about grasping the fact that people like to watch and follow entertaining spectacles? Is the similarity between things like sports, movies, and theatre really that hard to perceive?
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Sports are different from just about any other recreational activity or pursuit, though.
Sports has its own schedule that people reorganize their lives around. I’ve seen people go through contortions to reschedule weddings, rearrange complicated travel plans, take days off work, hunt down TVs in the middle of the night in foreign countries, all for a sporting event. And I’m not talking World Cup Final or Game 7 of the World Series. I’m talking Next Week’s Regular Season Football Match.
Other interests or pursuits rarely ever demand such regularly scheduled time commitments. Sure, I’ve known people who’s traveled obscene distances for a Rolling Stones concert. But that’s a one-time event. With sports it’s dozens of games a year, every year, without fail. There are some friends I know I have to write off for huge swaths of time because their free time is devoted almost exclusively to season tickets, weekly matches, etc. I’ve known my share of football widows who are abandoned by husbands who Can’t Miss the Thursday night/all day Saturday/all day Sunday/Monday night football continuum. Not one single game (without pouting like a baby or acting like a martyr).
Say what you want about fans of other entertainment, but you’ll rarely see such avid devotion and extraordinary time commitments spent on Film Festivals, Book Clubs, or Flower Shows.
Anything can be taken to a bizarre or “unnatural” extreme, but if you were to talk about how much time you devote to Dog Pagaents or Star Trek or Ultimate Frisbee the way others devote to Football (to list but one example), you’d be called a nut. But when it comes to Sports, you’ve just got team spirit or civic pride or whatnot. And let’s be honest–the fan bases of Basketball, Football, and Baseball aren’t mutually exclusive, which means you have some people who devote themselves to one season after another after another, religiously, year after year, without fail. That is not analogous to anything, really–especially nothing else that’s purely spectator-oriented (as opposed to gardening or marathon running or something more actively participatory).
I recently saw Invincible and the father of Mark Wahlberg talked about how through all the years of his shitty job and meagre econcomic status and the death of his wife and his future that offered very little hope for change, the one thing that kept him going was the memory of a single play in a single Philadelphia Eagles game back when he was a kid.
It was a very moving scene and I didn’t doubt for a second that there are a lot of people who would completely relate to his perspective, but the whole thing to me was totally unworldly. I Just. Didn’t. Get It.