from one angle, sports mean nothing, and it's just guys and a ball. but
nothing really means anything more than what we've decided it means.
look at it from the perspective of the team loyalist. there are some people who just watch the game and follow certain players and are in it for pure entertainment value, but some people (like me) place all their confidence and faith on one team (my Spurs) because they truly believe this team to be the best. it's not just randomly picking a favorite team or player and cheering when they win. it's about supporting a
philosophy.
what many people miss out on in their view of sports is that it's really
not just guys and a ball. it's coaches, trainers, scouts and recruiters, general managers and other front-office decision makers that have agreed on a complex system of play and a specifically chosen roster of players that they think will be the most effective when stacked up against other teams and their systems.
my faith in the Spurs isn't (only, mainly) based on the talent that they have on the floor. it's based on Coach Popovich's philosophical standards of excellence and team-oriented play, and his theory that, in the Spurs' system, any gear in the machine (not named Tim Duncan) could technically be removed and replaced without the overall performance suffering much.
i believe the Spurs will win because their game is superior. when they win, i am able to justify to myself all the time, money, and emotional investment i've placed in this particular philosophy of play and the group of men who follow it.
...
there's also the aspect of my desire to witness "greatness", or at least extreme excellence, under pressure-filled circumstances. at first look, there appears to be nothing at all grand about throwing a leather (composite microfiber
) ball through a metal hoop. but when the stars align and your entire career and the careers of others and the faith of everyone in the arena, of an entire city, of all the fans around the world and everyone involved in supporting this team so that they could arrive at this exact moment... when, ultimately, the
happiness of so many people is hanging on the ability of one mortal man and his ability to put this leather ball through this metal hoop
at this exact moment, without fail, then watching that mortal man step onto the floor and push his body and mind to their furthest capabilites in order to perform this absolutely monumental task...
...and then he fucking shoots a fadeaway 3 pointer in a motherfuckers face and SWISH!! PWNED!!!...
...that, to me, is an achievement of greatness more spectacular than any a man could hope to achieve in politics or science or engineering.
imo.
go spurs go.