I’ve been a sports fan most of my life. It started with baseball, moved on to football and has flirted with hockey and basketball (sports I can’t play as well). As a kid, I spent evenings listening to the radio, following the local teams. I’d get emotional about it. I’d want my guys to win. They wouldn’t often and I would live with that. Sadly. Toughly. I’d go to school the next day and be alright. Though for awhile there my mom was concerned I was getting too involved, too upset when my team lost. She even sent me away to a special camp one summer for kids with emotional issues.