I don’t really watch sports anymore. Not in the “sit down for three hours and follow a team through a season” sense. These days, my sports consumption looks more like thirty‑second YouTube clips of the greatest people in the world doing the thing they were born to do. A gymnast sticking a landing that shouldn’t be possible. A striker bending a ball into the top corner like they’re rewriting physics. A pitcher throwing a slider that disappears into another dimension. I like mastery. I like excellence distilled. I like watching someone at the absolute edge of their craft.
But I used to follow sports obsessively. Soccer was my first real sports love — MLS, DC United, the whole thing. I tracked matches, knew the players, lived inside the rhythm of the season. Baseball had its era too. My team was the San Francisco Giants, not because I grew up with them, but because my friends were into them. Back then, getting together meant talking baseball. The Giants were the shared language of that moment in my life.
And then life shifted. My friendships shifted. My interests shifted. None of my other friends cared about baseball, so the habit faded. Not dramatically — just quietly. The ecosystem that made baseball meaningful wasn’t there anymore, so the fandom dissolved on its own.
That’s the pattern for me. Sports have always been about connection, not identity. I don’t cling to childhood teams out of nostalgia. I root for the team where I live now, because that’s the community I’m actually part of. When I go to a baseball game in Baltimore, I’m watching the Orioles. I’m not sitting around waiting for the Astros to show up like some pilgrimage to my past. I root for the home team because I live here. Because this is the stadium I can walk into on a random Tuesday night. Because belonging, for me, is about presence, not inheritance.
So no — I don’t follow sports the way I used to. I don’t track standings or memorize rosters or build my weekends around kickoff times. But I still love the moments. The flashes of brilliance. The reminders of what humans can do when they devote themselves to a craft.
Sports used to be a world I lived inside. Now they’re a window I look through. I don’t follow teams. I follow excellence. I don’t watch seasons. I watch moments. And that feels exactly right for the life I’m living now.
Scored by Copilot. Conducted by Leslie Lanagan.
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