My name is David Norman and I am an addict. Whew that felt good to admit. I’m addicted to sports. I know, I know, real original. But I have never expressed a sentence that was more true in my life. Sports have consumed me from my first memories until the creation of this blog.
As a youngster I played baseball, soccer, roller hockey, basketball, and football. If it was a competition, I was in. If it wasn’t a competition, I made it one. “It’s just a game” is the most infuriating phrase that has ever existed. I know that sports should be fun, but sports are more than that.
Sports are more than a game. Sports can be influential in the development of young people into young adults. Most of the characteristics that I believe to be strengths of mine came from the sports I played as a young person. I developed responsibility, leadership, and a desire to always make myself a better person. Blah blah blah right? I’ve heard all that before and so that ends my PSA. Now on to the good stuff.
While sports I played turned me into the adult I am today, the control they have over my life has changed me in the same way, but in the other direction. My addiction goes much deeper than the team I root for. The teams I root for are a part of me and so, are a part of my life. So there are sports, there is life, and there is the pursuit of happiness.
The title of this blog comes from the all inclusive statement of the American dream. “Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness” are the things that encompass the elusive American dream. Just like this is what most of us dream of in our personal lives, these are the things that drive us as sports enthusiasts.
As sports fans we are constantly in the pursuit of the holy grail. Happiness. Sure winning a game over a heated rival or watching a hero achieve a career milestone elicits happiness, but this is not what is ultimately valued. True sports happiness is something that eludes most of fan bases because happiness is usually the result of hoisting a championship trophy. If you look at any major sport, the majority of championships reside in a small faction of the teams that occupy that sport.
So if we measure true happiness in sports by the hardware that sits in glass cases in our team’s headquarters, then most of us have never achieved happiness in our sport fan lives. As a native San Diegan, this is no more true than to the people that call this beautiful city home. One AFL championship by at team that now calls the one city we hate more than anything (a scab that will be scratched off in a later post) is all we have to show in our glass case of happiness.
This blog intends to give a voice to those that hate the sentence “it’s just a game” while still wondering why they care so much. A voice for the fans, not someone who is paid to cover a team they could not care any less about. A voice of the highs, the lows, and the what the hell just happened moments.
I’m not writing this for money, or as a career. This is my therapy. After all, we sports fans all believe sports are life and are always in the pursuit of happiness.