8 Reasons Why I Love Football

8 Reasons Why I Love Football

Wings, Love, and Action

February is here. Winter is slowly winding down. With it being the last full month of the season and the shortest one of the year, this can only mean three things. Valentines Day, Academy Awards (usually in this month), and Super Bowl.

This weekend households nationwide will be flipping on their TV's to tune into the most watched TV program in the U.S. Supermarkets will be packed and lots of bones will be left on plates. Like many football fans, for me, the Super Bowl is a bittersweet time. It's different than other sports considering it's one game instead of seven.

Also between the countless action, memorable commercials, food, and performance, it generates massive human interaction for a good solid 24 hours. At the same time, it's depressing considering the season doesn't start again for six more months. Between baseball, basketball, and football (the three sports I follow and watch), football is the one I'll pay the most attention to. With this weekend being the big game, here are eight reasons why I love the sport.

1. Contains action like no other

This is a statement that can generate an argument or two. Yes, it's mind-blowing to see people fight in hockey but since I don't follow the sport, like many, I enjoy seeing the ordinary weekly tackling leading to touchdowns and field goals.

2. It's different

The big game itself basically defends this reasoning. Instead of it consisting of seven, it's just one. Also, teams don't play the same team for three days. Nor do they play every other day.

3. Something to look forward to each Week

Since teams only play each other once a week, it gives fans an opportunity to get excited about the next one.

4. Consists of romance scattered across its crowds

At all professional and college sporting events, you see relationships, hook ups, and couples. If you compare all three at a basebal, basketball, hockey, and soccer game to a football one, the feeling is different. With the stadiums being smaller, the crowds are smaller. Since football stadiums are usally bigger, the crowds are. With larger crowds comes more love and crazier excitment, bringing the two together.

5. Makes Couples Happier

Who does'nt love seeing that special somebody in a jersey while cheering on their favorite team? With the loud cheering and action, it can only get better.

6. Generates Family Bonding

Between church, hebrew school, sports, and other activies, football is one sport aside from the others that personally creates family time and relaxation since professional games are mostly played on Sundays when most people are off from work and use the day to relax. It's also a good excuse to use your living room or to stay in on a Saturday afternoon(when the college games are played).

7. Has Buffalo Wings As It's Staple

Just like baseball has hot dogs and Cracker Jacks as a staple, football has Buffalo Wings as theirs. Yes hot dogs are delicous however, they dont fill you up or get you as pumped as buffalo wings do. Between them along with the celery and bleu cheese, and even a beer or two, what can be more appetizing?

8. Brings Communities together

Where do most teenagers and their families chill on Friday nights in the fall? Four words. High School football games. In fact, it's one of few events where you'll see them both together. Along with families, since they attract large crowds high school footall games tend to bring out other community members including polticans, high school alumni, and even the elderly.

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We used to call it "flipping the switch." You would go through eight hours of school (somehow) and then your mentality would automatically change. The worries and stress from the school day would dwindle as you put on your cleats and begin to warm up. Anything that was going on in your life didn't matter when you hit the dirt. You create lifelong friendships with the girls you spent every day with for months at a time. Teammates who see you susceptible after a bad game and on cloud nine after one of your bests.

You develop a routine and superstitions. Hitting your bat on the inside of your cleat before you hit, chewing a certain type of gum on the volleyball court, how many times you spin the ball before you shoot a free throw, whatever your quirk was, you 100% believed it would make you play better. You practice in your free time with your dad, devote three to five months of your school year to a team, and play all summer long with your travel team as you live off hotel breakfast. Then one day, it's all over.

It is a feeling that nobody can prepare you for. They say enjoy it while it lasts but you never really understand what you'll be walking away from when you play your last game and hang it up for good. You lose a part of yourself when you're no longer an athlete. I forgot what it feels like to be competitive and be a part of something that is bigger than myself. It has been two years since I've played my last softball game and not a day goes by when I don't miss it. I didn't play because I wanted to go pro or even to the collegiate level, but I played because it was an escape and helped me become who I am.

You begin to forget what it felt like to hit the sweet spot on a bat, what it sounded like to have an audience cheer for you as you stand alone on second base and see your family in the stands, to hear the metal spikes of your cleats on concrete when walking in the dugout. It's simple things about the game you love that brought you pure joy and an escape from the world and the thoughts in your head. Batting practice was always mine. Focusing on nothing but the next pitch and how hard I could hit it.

When you have to watch the game from the other side of the fence, you realize how much pressure you put on yourself when you played. It's just a game. Make as many memories as you can and enjoy every inning because when you leave sports behind you have to find your inner athlete in other things. Create a workout routine, joining a club sport or intramurals, or even becoming a coach. As much as I miss the sport, I am thankful for everything it brought me. It taught me how to be a good friend, respect others around me, and to push myself to discover what I was capable of.

So, enjoy it while it lasts.

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The whistle blows as the team cheers on.

My heart pounds as if it will burst out of my chest at any given moment and I taste the salty sweat trickling down my face. I must serve over the net, I must get it in, I must ace my opponent or I will fail. Fear.

In his first inaugural speech, President Franklin D. Roosevelt famously stated, "the only thing we have to fear is fear itself." Such a statement proves powerful to the matured minds of society; however, in the minds of some adolescents, this declaration appears somewhat foolish, as numerous "threats" ignite fear, thus causing teens to grow anxious.

A major cause for fear in the rising generation takes form in failure. In the eyes of these people, making a simple mistake paves the way towards absolute failure; therefore, perfectionists constantly walk on eggshells attempting to do the impossible: avoid human error. This mentality gives way to constant stress and overall disappointment, as perfection does not apply to human beings. If one can come to the realization that not one person can attain perfection, they can choose to live life in ease, for they no longer have to apply constant pressure upon themselves to master excellence. The fear of failure will no longer encumber their existence, and they can overcome situations that initially brought great anxiety. I too once put great pressure on myself to maintain perfection, and as a result, felt constantly burdened by my mistakes. However, when I realized the inevitability of those mistakes, it opened the door for great opportunities. The first time I recognized that failure serves as a tool for growth allowed me to no longer fear my mistakes, and instead utilize them for my own personal growth.

The whistle blows as the team cheers on. My heart pounds as if it will burst out of my chest at any given moment, and I taste the salty sweat trickling down my face. I must serve over the net, I must get it in, I must ace my opponent. As hard as I try, I fail; as the ball flies straight into the net and thuds obnoxiously onto the gym floor, so does my confidence. I feel utter defeat, as I know my fate. My eyes water as my coach immediately pulls me from the game, sits me on the bench, and tells me to "get my head into the game" instead of dwindling on past errors. From then on I rarely step foot on the court, and instead, ride the bench for the remainder of the season. I feel defeated. However, life does not end, and much to my surprise, this mistake does not cause failure in every aspect of my life. Over time, I gradually realize that life does not end just because of failure. Instead, mistakes and failure pave the way toward emotional development and allows one to build character. In recognizing that simple slip-ups do not lead to utter failure, I gain perspective: one's single mistake does not cause their final downfall. Thus, this epiphany allowed for my mental growth and led me to overcome once challenging obstacles.

Instead of viewing mistakes as burdens, one should utilize them as motivation for future endeavors. The lesson proves simple: all can learn from their mistakes. However, it is a matter of choosing to learn from these mistakes that decide one's future growth. Instead of pushing faults away, I now acknowledge them in order to progress. Before coming to such a realization, I constantly "played it safe" in sports, fearing that giving my best effort would lead to greater error. I did not try, and as a result, I rarely failed.

Although such a mentality brought forth limited loss in terms of overall team success, it also brought forth limited, individual success. Today, fear of failure no longer controls life on the court. I use my mistakes as motivation to get better; instead of dwindling on an error made five minutes prior, I focus on the form needed to correct it. As a result, skills will constantly improve, instead of regress. Thus, errors serve as blessings, as it is through these errors in which one can possess the motivation to better themselves.

For some, fear acts as an ever-present force that controls every aspect of life. In particular, the fear of failure encumbers perfectionists, as the mere thought of failing causes great anxieties. In the past, I have fell victim to the fear of committing a mistake, and as a result, could not go through life without feeling an overwhelming sense of defeat. However, in a moment of what appeared to be a great failure, I finally recognized that life does not end due to one mistake, let alone one million. Instead, mistakes pave the way toward personal development and provide essential motivation to succeed in everyday life. Without mistakes, it proves difficult to grow in character. One must first learn to accept their faults before they can appreciate their best qualities. Thus, the fear of failure inhibits the growth of an individual; therefore, all must come to the realization that essentialness of mistakes, as they allow for the further development of overall character.

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