After our final touchdown Saturday as I jumped up and down yelling like a crazy man and giving high fives to everyone in sight, I was overcome by a feeling of complete euphoria (an intense, transcendent happiness combined with an overwhelming sense of well-being).
This, of course, was not the first time I have felt this or the most pervasive feeling of euphoria I have had. It has happened dozens and dozens of times. But, I realize that virtually all of the times I have felt this way, it was because of my passion for sports (primarily U/M sports).
I have friends who question my sanity because I am so passionate about Michigan football. When I tell them every fall I will be gone most weekends for the next 3 months, they look at me in a very strange way. When I explain that I can’t go biking or kayaking or whatever because the M away game is on TV, they roll their eyes.
On Sunday morning as I prepared to drive the 250 miles north to our home in Boyne City, a thought snuck into my mind. How do all the people who are NOT passionate about sports experience life?Are there really 100’s of millions of Americans who have never experienced the overwhelming euphoria that I (and many others) had experienced less than 14 hours ago? Is that really possible? Do they actually go through life without ever totally losing their minds in happiness and joy? How do they survive?
Really, I mean that: How do they survive?
EDIT: Since some have misunderstood what I actually posted. To Clarify, I never posted nor hinted that I have never experienced the joy of a sunset (I have hundreds of pictures of sunsets) or the overwhelming emotion of a child's first step or a million other wonderful things. But, I have done all that and have also gone bat crap crazy at a football game (many times). If you have not gone bat crap crazy at many points in your life, I repeat my question. "......"