Sports and its followers
Remember in high-school you were a leader or a follower? Remember the jocks and the geeks? It is no small thing to carry over the hero status into adulthood. To loom glorious over the rest of us, feeble in mind and body, watching from the sidelines while the strong and mighty war for prizes too great for most of our wildest dreams. I'm not much of a follower, but I can enjoy the championships of any sport. I have spent many a happy hour watching as men and women strive to get there. I remembered the names of the stars in baseball, football and tennis. I know how many yards are on a football field: 120. And I now know Wimbledon is played in London, as this past summer I watched and was amazed at the turnout. Wow, even princes and princesses attend. It was nothing at all like our tennis championship at the end of summer, an American arena undrer a black dome, all aglow with neon lights and the top 40 blaring in the background. What makes people feel connected by competition? I...
