As legend has it, Juan Ponce de Leon was searching for the Fountain of Youth when he traveled to what we now call Florida. If he found it, it was likely because he stumbled across a highly contested match-up between the Seminoles and the Gators.
Don't know what I'm talking about? Think about it. Sports give an excuse for grown-ups to act like bumbling, immature idiots. Think about the players. Where else besides sports do you find full-grown men chest-bumping, screaming incoherently for no reason, shaving strange designs in their facial hair, and making up little dances for when they've done something well?
Think about the fans. Where else do you find 50-year-olds painting their faces and chests, wearing fake tattoos, high-fiving perfect strangers cause they're wearing the same color shirt, and pouting for hours because something doesn't go their way? I mean, last night I was cursing at my television because a 17-year-old kid made a mistake.
For better or worse, sports bring out the kid in all of us. And I, for one, wouldn't have it any other way.
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