The Red Sox are winning 10-1 in the 5th inning of the first World Series game. (Now it’s 11-1.) This is a dream come true for a Sox fan like me. I’ve thought often over the years about why watching other people play sports makes so many of us happy. I’m not sure I can really explain it, except that it is great fun to see adults do a job that lets them act like kids.
Last Friday, my wife and I went to the Homecoming football game at our local high school. After falling behind 20-6 at the end of the first half and seeming to be out of the game, they came back in the second half thanks to a fumble returned 98 yards for a touchdown and to 150 yards rushing by their star player. They tied with 2 minutes to go and won in overtime. The fans stomped their feet and chanted, and the coaches ran to the players and tackled them to the ground with joy.
Sometimes I think we don’t allow ourselves to play enough, and at least our emphasis on sports reminds us that games are beautiful and that playing them is a good idea.
It’s now 13-1 at the end of the fifth inning. What a way to start.