The Passion of Sport

I'm a sports fan. That is... a fan of many sports.

It is the competitive edge as we can watch and compete against one another for a physical edge. It is the case of superlatives. We all want to either see or be the fastest, quickest, strongest or to put another much simpler way, the best. And at this time now, the passion could not be more evident:

The Football Season is at a climax, Cycling's first Grand Tour is underway, The Lions tour is about to start and I wonder when a fan's passion can become excessive.

The clip of Chris Froome running up Mount Ventoux has become iconic but it is the man you see 1 minute and 45 seconds into the clip that proves that passion can soon become idiocy. 
Surely at some point, things don't become as exciting as they may seem.  Just take Hereford VS Wantage Town earlier this year.

It really wasn't exciting, nor was the sight of Froome having to make the unwanted trip up Ventoux on cleat. So as the sporting season is about to get interesting why don't we just appreciate the sacrifice made and show our support in a passionate yet considerate way.

Image result for feedbackFACT of the IPOT: This is my first post in over a month and I'm more than aware that it is short and not of the best quality. I'm approaching exams imminently so I don't know when I'll post next. In the meantime, if you have any suggestions for topics you want me to cover, please let me know in the below comments section.

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