There is the dark, masochistic side of athletics. Look at the violence in Ooltewah.
There is a greedy, gluttonous side. Look at tonight's Super Bowl, which tastes like empire and cheese dip.
There is the thin, mean side of athletics, all and only about winning and ego.
Yet there is a deeper side of sports that rape, bling and trophies can't touch. Within the true nature of sport, there is compassion and goodness.
Commitment to the human family.
Just the other night, my pony-tailed point guard and her neighbor stayed out well past dark in the driveway shooting layups. Nobody made them. Nobody bribed them.
They did it for the joy. For the fun.