Yesterday, I went to an ice hockey game with my second oldest. Which is totally exceptional. But my son spend a week taking lessons in ice skating in the mornings, and got a free ticket for the Friday night game. I thought it was too late, but he was arguing and convinced me nonetheless. So we went.
My son skates well, after 5 days of training. Better than I ever did, so I was a bit proud and happy, and we spend a nice time while waiting for the match.
Then it started.
It took about 1 minute before I was totally absorbed in the game. I'm not an ice hockey fan, I even don't know all the rules, but it bit me. the disappointment of a missed chance, the relief when they score, ... I was hooked. Didn't want to leave before time. Wanted to support the team.
Later, at home, I wondered what got me. I'm not a sports fanatic, I would rather do sports like running or swimming myself than go watch a game. And now I understand: It's all about emotions.
It makes you feel alive, keeps us going. It bonds people, drives us to our goals. It makes us human enough to be totally unpredictable. That's what makes it so fascinating. Game of emotions.
We had a hell of a time there, me and my son.