The Sports Junkie
For what we have, there is no cure.
There is no quick remedy, treatment, therapy, or rehab program for our affliction.
We can't seem to be fully satisfied by the endless amount of media channels that offer us our craving. From sports talk radio to ESPN and their online affliate, to the Daily Player, to the sports channel, to the newspaper sports section, to that five-minute sports clip on the 5 o'clock news, we are surrounded by our drug of choice. And you know what? We love it!
Personally, I listen to or watch several different media outlets each day, hoping to hear something sports-related. If it's just a glimpse or a short bite about a potential baseball, basketball, hockey, or football trade, I'm all ears. I'm a junkie. I know it, my family knows it, and now you're fully aware of my habit.
The only release I've got now is that I have the ability through the Daily Player to emit all of this pent-up knowledge. From team and player statistics to potential trades, I intake all of this information with ease. It's as simple as photosynthesis. I absorb the energy that I retain from the multi-media outlets and convert it into a full-text article.
This process is perpetual. There is no end, there is no beginning. It's a constant cycle. I used to call it useless knowledge but now, I call it a resource. It's something I can plug into and freely write and express my opinions about. Some people may call the system I use to be therapeutic. I call it survival. I need somewhere to unload this organized, opinionated, information, and luckily, I stumbled across the Daily Player.
I think a lot of you (mainly men) are right there with me. You're constantly exposed to the wide world of sports year around. It's your newborn that doesn't cry. It's your neighbor who you would never classify as a 'nuisance.' It's what we live for and what revolves around the universe.
I can't imagine a world without it, and I seriously doubt you can, either.