An arbitrary meditation on sports:
Sports reveal the human soul. They bring out the best and the worst in us. Sports are a microcosm of the world. The passion of the fans and the rivalry on the pitch reveal both horrific shame and poetic beauty.
Unlike war, there is redemption in athletic competition. One does not equate victory with killing. To compete is to acknowledge the humanity of your opponent. He is your rival, not your enemy. He is your physical, mental, and spiritual challenger; and although you may despise him, you nevertheless view him as your fellow man. And unlike warfare, rivals in sport often become friends over time.
The only intimacy greater than the blood, sweat, and tears shared by athletes vying for victory is the intimacy of the consummation of husband and wife.
Would humanity not be better served if conflicts were decided on fields of play rather than on fields of blood? To do away with sports is to do away with life.