From <Invincible> another sports movies, I found the long lost athelitic nature inside. When Vince Papale had the final touchdown in the game, I almost jumped off my chair. Isn't that magical? 

I've always believed that I have enough countrol on my emotion at most of the occasions. Then from a departure, a success after hard work, or watching a football game (I did this for only one time last semester and ASU won Washington at 44 to 17.  What an experience!)  I realized that it is such occasions that starts to make me behave slightly different.  It's really an interesting issue to me why does it give us so much joy just by watching someone play?  Yes, we can say that the team represents the University, the city and the country. But how come do people believe in that?  All players are neighbourhood boys?  It's reluctant and becoming less the truth any more.



Still we get together for the superbowl on sundays. We yell and shout at stranger teams' games when they did either an excellent job or really sucks.



Fans are really engaged but still rational. At least they don't burn the cop's car... that's good.