My own sports-playing days never evolved past middle school soccer and basketball. But well into my 30s, I remain a self-proclaimed number-one fan.
I’ve got my teams of choice, both real (Go Pack Go!) and made-for-TV (We’re Richmond ‘til we die!), but no matter the league, team, or competitor, I get goosebumps over a Cinderella story, a rush of adrenaline watching a game-changing goal, and inspired by an athlete using their platform for good off the field, court, track, or pitch.
What do all those things have in common? They give us something to root for — a reason to care, to hope — that goes beyond winning or losing.
This feels especially true in the recent exponential growth of women’s sports. Aside from a happily ever after for Taylor…
