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Is it possible to be a wicked sports fanatic without having a "favorite" team??

I love team sports. Hockey, football, soccer even racing. Seems that sports has always been a big part of my life. In high school I was huge on team spirit. Didn't matter if our team was losing every game or traveling to State Championships, it was important to me to show my support.

I have above average knowledge of rules and stratagies on most sports. I think that is the part of the game that intrigues me the most. Knowing why someone gets a penalty before it is announced. Knowing why some cars chose to take a pit stop when others choose to stay out during a caution flag. These are the things that fuel my love of the game.

Today is a big sports day. And like alot of people, I will be avidly watching the 4 best teams in football fight it out to earn their division championships and their way to the Superbowl.

The big question flying around this week has been, "Whose your team?"

With all of my sporting knowledge, that is the toughest question of all for me. I don't have a team. Not in football or any of the other sports I enjoy so much. I guess it is normal for people to root for a team based on where they live, or where they grew up. Some choose by where they went to college or maybe by knowing someone who knows someone who used to play on that team.

In my 20+ years post high school, I have not gotten attatched to any particular team in any particular sport. I tend to be the one who roots for the underdog, or will temporarily jump on the band wagon for a team my friends are rooting for. I enjoy good competition. I love to see the passion that people have for "their" team. Maybe I am missing out by not having a favorite. Or maybe I am secretly shielding myself from the disappointment of my team not making it hehe Who knows.

I don't think it makes me any less of a sports fanatic then the guy on the couch with his face painted sporting his team jersey rubbing his lucky team icon. And it certainly hasn't stopped my passion for watching a good game.

Bring it on!!!

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