Health’s #1 Fan
I am going to my first baseball game of the season tonight. Yes, it is rather sad that I live 35 minutes from one of the most beautiful parks in the country (home to the SF Giants) and have yet to see a ball game. But tonight, everything changes. I will scour my wardrobe for anything orange and black, am borrowing a friend’s Giants hat, and will pretend like I know all of the players as I chant their names when they are up to bat. And today, as I prepare myself to be surrounded by diehard Giants followers, I discovered the Unexpected Health in…sports fans!
There is something surreal–and healthy–about professional ball games. They always seem to bring me back to my younger years. I loved the sounds of the screaming fans, the noise the ball made when it connected with the bat, even the vendors yelling out their featured goods for sale; “Peanuts, get your peanuts.” Loved that! But filling the stadium of any ball game is the most Unexpectedly HealthFUL aspect of all because that’s where the fans are…and seeing passion, commitment, and dedication by the thousands (and tens of thousands) is healthy.
Sports fans are a passionate bunch. Dedicated World Cup watchers wake up at 5am to see a game; diehard football fans will paint their faces, their bodies, even their cars to show their allegiance to a team; and rambunctious hockey fans will bang their hands against the plexi-glass when the opposition is in their ‘space.’
It’s amazing to watch people so passionately dedicated to a cause. I love to see grown adults get as excited as kids when something, someone, or some event ignites a wild enthusiasm inside them. Wouldn’t it be great if this uninhibited appreciation of sports was as popular–as appreciated–as striving to live our life’s greatest purpose? How great would it be if people stood up for the health of themselves and our world with the enthusiasm of those doing “The Wave” at a baseball game?
It’s easy to throw passion into sports; to be so heavily invested in the betterment of a sports team; to be overly concerned with player injuries; to talk ad nauseum about the livelihoods of professional athletes. But why does it seem so hard to be concerned about our own health? Why do we default to talking about the health and the lives of total strangers (like pro athletes) instead of having those self-health conversations? Of course, there is nothing wrong with being a sports enthusiast; in fact, I happen to think having passion–no matter what the cause–is healthy. But I would love to see that passion, that commitment, and that dedication that we pour into our sports teams trickle down toward our own playing field. The game of life is happening every moment, and I don’t know about you, but I want Row 1, Section 1 seats for it. -Until tomorrow, Jaime
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