There are times that sports can seem tedious. There are times it can seem silly to give so much attention and energy to a kid’s game. Bright uniforms and feats of strength, larger-than-life, fragile gladiators that amaze us, mostly with grace, sometimes without. Then, there are times when a group of young men put together a show for us that, at least momentarily, transports us to the purity of competition that we crave, the very core of our complicated relationship with sport and it’s purveyors.
Last night’s game was one of the good kind.
I have to admit, I’ve always had a thing for the Thunder.