I couple weeks ago, I wrote about about the tension between being a follower of Christ and a watcher/lover/fan of sports. Now, being who I am, I mostly wrote about football, baseball, and hockey, because those were the sports that were on the television growing up, the sports I play(ed), and the sports I still care about today. Basketball (save for the Buckeyes the past six years) has never been a sport I really liked, therefore I didn't really mention it in that post. The only reference I made to basketball was to LeBron James, where I said, "I hope that LeBron James never scores another point in the NBA (and I was joyous that the Spurs dominated the Heat in the finals this year)," o allude to how strongly one can dislike, even hate, an athlete of all people. Now, post-"Return of the King", I will have quite a few angry friends and neighbors here in Ohio if my wish comes true (thank God I'll be in the safe-haven of Kentucky!). But now, in regards to my last post about how we care way too much about sports, I enter into evidence the Exhibit A: LeBron James.
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Saturday, July 12, 2014
Man, A Little Lower than Angels (Part 3.2: The Sports We Watch and LeBron)
I couple weeks ago, I wrote about about the tension between being a follower of Christ and a watcher/lover/fan of sports. Now, being who I am, I mostly wrote about football, baseball, and hockey, because those were the sports that were on the television growing up, the sports I play(ed), and the sports I still care about today. Basketball (save for the Buckeyes the past six years) has never been a sport I really liked, therefore I didn't really mention it in that post. The only reference I made to basketball was to LeBron James, where I said, "I hope that LeBron James never scores another point in the NBA (and I was joyous that the Spurs dominated the Heat in the finals this year)," o allude to how strongly one can dislike, even hate, an athlete of all people. Now, post-"Return of the King", I will have quite a few angry friends and neighbors here in Ohio if my wish comes true (thank God I'll be in the safe-haven of Kentucky!). But now, in regards to my last post about how we care way too much about sports, I enter into evidence the Exhibit A: LeBron James.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Man, A Little Lower than Angels (Part 3: The Sports We Watch)
(Disclaimer: I know that there are women who are sports fanatics and men who are not, so please forgive my generalization)
"Kill 'em, Tommy!"
These words came out of my mouth on October 3rd, 2013. My brother and I went to a Washington Capitals hockey game while I was back home in Virginia for his birthday. About midway through the first period, an opposing player laid a questionable check on a Capitals' defenseman that left him clutching his leg and pretty much done for the season. Now, the thing about the sport of hockey is that when two opposing players have a disagreement, fisticuffs ensue, and each player typically only serves five penalty minutes (as opposed to a several game suspension in every other sport). This particular hit sparked the ire of young 19 year old Tom Wilson, who happened to be on the ice at the time of the hit. The Caps' 2012 1st round draft pick and 6'4" 210 lbs. power forward/man-child proceeded to skate across the ice, find the player he felt overstepped the line of a "legal body check," and beat the tar out of him as I cheered him on.
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