Sports means a lot to fans
The first time I saw full-out, unbridled passion for a sporting event came from an unlikely source. It was my mom. My mom doesn’t mind sports. To my knowledge, she was never an athlete, but she didn’t have much of a choice but to learn to like them when she married my father (and then had three boys). Still, she isn’t one to sit on the edge of her seat and throw things at the TV when a game is on, but this day was different. We were at a Liberty High School boys basketball game, circa 1990, and I was probably 7 or 8. My mom was holding my hand, and the entire place was ...