The Georgetown Game

I told our mascot, Otto the Orange, to strike a pose. He did.

So we lost the game, but that's ok. What mattered most was the experience. The hype. The first night I ever spent in a tent with my friends. The long wait for what is to come. What mattered most was forgetting yourself for a while, and spending time as a collective unit.

That was pretty cool.

Watching Sports

For the longest time, I did not understand sport fanatics. Watching sports was (and still is) watching other people have fun. And where's the fun in watching other people be active and having the time of their life? How is it entertaining if you are not experiencing the sport? You're merely an observer.

From an objective standpoint, I could make this argument about anything really. A more relatable experience would be watching dances at dance competitions because I used to be a dancer. Watching dances on YouTube and at competitions like So You Think You Can Dance are intriguing, yet one could argue I am watching other people have fun performing their art. Same with watching dramas in a theater! Watching sports like basketball and football are almost the same thing. One could critique the plays and technique like one would critique the musicality, the acting, and the emotion in dance and theater.

Despite thinking that I could not relate to people who watch sports, the line between watching art and watching action almost nonexistent! However, I do see a major difference between rowdy college sports fans who cheer and scream whenever the team succeeds (often hurting neighbors with their flailing limbs that accidentally miss the air and hit the skull) and an audience in the theater that keeps quiet unless a scene has ended followed by applause.

I prefer art. Just saying.