I have never been a sports person, nor will I ever be. No matter how matter how many 3’s I shoot, no matter how many touchdowns I score, no matter how many assists I rack up, I can never escape the reality that I will always be kind of an outsider in athletics.
I honestly do enjoy sports now. I may not be the MVP of every contest I enter, but I can play a role in most games now. As my body enters its physical prime, I’m able to keep up with my average peers in most physical metrics (besides height) of athleticism. Using my body still isn’t something that I feel intuitively, but it is something that I can reason out. When I say that I’m a non-athlete, what I am trying to say is that my outlook on any sport comes from an outsider’s perspective.
Now obviously, I know a lot of athletes. In the most sports-crazed nation in the world, it is impossible to walk two steps without talking to someone who loves some sport and played it in high school. After talking to runners, football players, swimmers, gymnasts, and many other athletes at D-I programs, I’ve heard a lot of different reasons to love a sport: it de-stresses me, it keeps me feeling good about myself, it allows me to be aggressive, it allows me to think strategically. Everyone has their own reasons for loving sports; for me, I will always love the thrill of competition more than anything else. I can never imagine anything more satisfying than beating someone at something (which is probably why I also love video games).
Of course, people don’t share the same reasons for loving sports, nor should they. There are also no rules shared across all sports (unless you count demonstrating good sportsmanship). Still, sports mean one thing to many non-athletes: oppression.
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