My first blog entry. Interesting. I never thought I would end up here. Perhaps this is simply boredom and this will be my first and last entry. Or, perhaps I will become a blogger, a term which sounds humorous to me--and also a little embarrassing. Am I an egomaniac to assume that people want to read my thoughts? The musings that drift in and out of my consciousness about who the Texans should draft in the first round? How the health of Barry Bonds knee could be most important thing in the history of Major League Baseball. Why I think that I could score 30 if "guarded" by Steve Nash. No, No, No. I want to make this blog entry about something bigger. Something more meaningful. I cannot think of what. My mind is focused entirely on the superficial. What is it about sports that move men to plan events around them, cancel meetings, etc just to watch the game. What is this magical draw? Now I feel I am getting somewhere. Why do we ally ourselves with a particular team of which we have no relation or connection to anyone actually involved? Why does my heart sink when the Lions lose a game, or when Georgetown lost to Florida in the Sweet Sixteen? Moreover, why am I able to get over the disappointment so quickly? This is probably unhealthy. I don't mind being unhealthy though. I just want to understand my relation to sports and their relation to me. Maybe I need to see a doctor. Or maybe I just need the Tigers to win tonight.