The sport I love
I play footbag. When most people hear the name of that sport they just give me a blank stare. You know, hackysack? Well hackysack is a brand name and footbag is the name of the actual sport. Usually one of the next things people say to me is:
“People still play that?”
“You must have a lot of free time”
“Why don’t you play a real sport?”
“That would be impressive if you could do it with a soccer ball.”
These things used to annoy me. Now I seriously don’t care much at all. I’ve tried to explain it to countless people, few understand. I’ve also noticed that when people do actually appreciate it, or praise my abilities, I don’t care about that much either. These extrinsic things like praise, disrespect, money, fame, acknowledgement, attention and admiration never come to mind. I don’t care about them. It’s not a teen-angst-like feigned apathy, it’s closer to the passive detachment of the Buddhist monk.
Why I play
Bottom line, I play because I love it. It ties in with my gym rat philosophy of simply wanting to get better and enjoying the process. I love to hit new tricks for the first time. I love to link new combinations before that I’ve never done. I love to get in the zone and forget about everything else for a short while. Footbag is my meditation, footbag is my sport, footbag is my exercise, footbag is my highest form of self-expression, and much more.
I play purely for intrinsic reasons. I have no extrinsic reasons.