When we talk about whether something is true, we mean that what appears accords with the way a thing really exists. And whatever the level of discussion, whatever the issue, when there is a discrepancy between appearance and reality, we regard it as untrue.
—The Dali Lama
I know the addiction well. I have spent countless hours at games, watching them on television, or reading about them in newspapers and magazines. I have to willfully resist snapping on the television to check out that night's big game, or to catch a quick sports news update from ESPN. I am drawn to it like a moth to flame.
Sport's lure is powerful; often irresistible. On far too many occasions, I have found myself sitting on the sofa, beer in hand, wasting away the afternoon or evening mindlessly flipping from one sporting event to another. I awake from my sports-induced coma, awash in feelings of guilt that I was not doing something more productive. Periodically, I muster the nerve to fight back. I vow to turn off the television set … at the next timeout. Often, when the moment of truth arrives, I cannot raise my arm to do so. Taking comfort in the fact that the game will be decided by the next timeout, I settle in for more. But rarely is the contest decided by the next commercial break. So, I would continue to sit, sometimes all day.