I am a huge fan of sports. College football and basketball are my loves.
Every year, my extended family reunions are based around our football bowl games picks. The winner even receives a silver trophy.
I spent my childhood going to University of Tennessee at Chattanooga football games. Yet it wasn’t until one spring late in high school that I understood what it means to be a passionate fan.
That year, a few friends and I got caught up in the drama that leads to the Final Four basketball tournament. The University of North Carolina had won the national championship the year before, and many of my friends had ties with the university and its intense rivalry with Duke. We wanted more than anything for UNC to win.
We knew where players came from, their stats, their playing styles. I remember reading Sports Illustrated, searching for even more information.