I posted the diary I Feel Sorry For Those NOT Passionate About Sports on September 13, 2009 after Michigan beat ND 38-34 with just 0:11 seconds left on the clock.
After Saturday's game, it is definitely time for a reprise.
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?
I have experienced many moments of joy and euphoria – my wedding(s), the birth of my children, my children's weddings, birth of grandchildren, a beautiful sunset, etc. But, almost every other human being has also experienced those very same things in their own lives.
There are less than 114,000 human beings on the planet that will ever completely lose their minds in happiness and experience the euphoria I felt on Saturday.
Are there really 100’s of millions of Americans (and literally billions in other countries) who have never experienced the overwhelming euphoria that I (and many others) had experienced less than 12 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?