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Why do we all love sport's, whatever sport it is people enjoy that particular sport for mainly one reason and that's to get away from their mundane lives and put some excitement back, the thrill, the game and the companionship. Let's say for instance football, all those fans packed into the stadium all rooting for their team and when they score they go wild and when the opposing team scores then there's disappointment, every emotion you can think is concentrated on those 22 players on the pitch and don't forget the four referees who have to accept the booing from everyone in the stadium if they think they made a wrong decision, that's just football but there are so many sports that have the same emotions even when it's women playing, it's always the same even when you're not at the event in person it's probably on the tv and still shout as though you were there but no one can hear you apart from your family who are constantly telling you that they can't hear you but you still carry on regardless and are oblivious to what anyone says, you're enjoying yourself so you don't think about others unless they are cheering for the opposing team. From thousands of years ago to today there have been competitive sports in one form or the other from the gladiators who had to kill or stay alive to modern times there has been sports, I'm glad that there are as I enjoy spectator sports no matter which kind it is, it doesn't matter as long as I can watch and enjoy it especially when it's European, World or Olympic events, then the emotions reach fever pitch because the stakes are higher and so are the emotions. What about little known sports like chess, backgammon or card games it's always the same, it always comes back to the same things excitement and adrenalin, I wouldn't change a thing because we all love sports and as long as it's enjoyable then so be it do you think the same? 

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