Firstly, I apologize for missing the past couple of weeks. I don’t have any excuses this time, but I do apologize.
Now, rather than continuing the series with defense of something else shallow, I wanted to follow-up on my post about sports. After having a long conversation with a friend about them (a friend who does not share my opinion of their value), I thought I would make note of one other significant benefit that I believe sports have.
As with all of my posts, in order to make an argument I must first create the universe. So here we go.
Modern society has long been opposed to friendship. Friendships between women are poisoned by a sense of competition, because society has decreed that you must do your best to be the fairest of them all, because this is where your worth lies. Friendships between men and women are poisoned by the belief that there is no such thing as a truly platonic friendship, that any inter-gender relationship has underlying sexual tension. Friendships between men, however, are perhaps the most poisoned by society, because society has unequivocally stated that things like “emotion” and “vulnerability” are feminine things, and any relationship between men that involves these things is (at the very least) bordering on homosexual. Christians like to point to David and Jonathan as an example of a true, loving friendship, but now people insist that they were involved in a homosexual relationship.
So how can men create and maintain relationships? Of course, the best way is probably to acknowledge the difficulty together and choose to deny it any value or authority. But given the fact that even having that conversation is difficult today, it is helpful to have another point of connection.
For many men, this is sports. Any shared interest is helpful, but sports is a common and far-reaching interest for many men. Sitting and watching a game together isn’t the same as having a deep and meaningful conversation, but it does provide a topic of discussion and a way to spend time together. For people whose love language is quality time, watching sports together is a completely reasonable foundation for a friendship.
For myself, while most of my male friends are not interested in sports, I have found football to be extremely beneficial in my relationship with my father. I have a good relationship with him, and I’ve never had “father issues” or anything of the sort, but I am wired more like my mother and have always been closer to her. Neither my father or I are particularly good conversationalists, either, and so it’s often difficult for us to connect by sitting and talking to one another. But we can sit and watch a football game together and share in (relatively shallow) joy or disappointment together. It’s a weekly ritual on Sunday afternoons to sit and watch at least one football game together, and it provides us with an activity to do together and talk about.
I realize the irony of this, because for many men sports can become an idol and for many fathers sports can become a way to ignore their children—this was the primary argument that my friend made against sports. This is clearly a real problem, and anyone who engages in sports to this extent is obviously using them badly. But caring about anything too much will lead to this sort of problem, and there’s nothing special about sports to cause this problem.
For me, sports is a point of common interest that can form a foundation for a friendship, and a way for me to spend time with my dad. (For a narrative example of this, I highly recommend watching Silver Linings Playbook.) In addition to all of the points I made before about the narrative and human excellence, I think sports can be a great way to begin the narrative of an excellent human friendship. (I was trying to come up with a good concluding line. It didn’t work out so well. Apologies.)
We’ll return to our regularly-scheduled defense of shallow things next week!