July 6, 2014
Today's the men's finals at Wimbledon. Every time a major sport event is broadcast nationwide, I know exactly what my sister and her husband will be doing. It's like a satellite, spy view arranged by their predictable patterns. My first response is a wince with heartbreak, but then I'm on to smugness about how small their lives are, being tethered to the TV in the den for the whole afternoon. Why are sports such a craze? I never understand it. Are we all just trying to connect through the experience of watching the game? Is that what it's all about?