What is it about watching sports, man? There’s just something about them that’s so dramatic and captivating. The raw emotion. The skill of the players. The elements of surprise. The talent level of professional athletes.

Sports are a true spectacle. The crowds. The energy. The story. The Davids vs. Goliaths. The stories of each individual player and how they come together as a collective whole to triumph.

That’s really what we all love as human beings. Winning. Surviving. Triumph. Conquering. It drives us. Maybe it’s an evolutionary urge that, when played out on a screen in a stadium, scratches that itch. We don’t have to go out and conquer wild beasts to survive anymore. Now it’s more about just rising above the noise all around us to find true focus and do work that makes a real difference in the world.

But yeah, I often ask myself what it is that draws me so much into sports. I think it’s the adrenaline rush. The vicarious feeling of triumph. It’s an addictive feeling. It’s like the more attention I invest, the higher the emotional payoff. After all, being a true fan is a full-time gig. True fans don’t take days off. They don’t just stop cheering for their team when they suck. They suffer. They struggle. They experience every emotion right there with the team. Because it’s a choice they’ve made. A choice to show support in exchange for jubilation with every win, dramatically triumphant moment, and just maybe, one day, a championship.