it's like a nightmare. your're at a crossroads that's going to take years to get through but you have somewhere you desperately need to get to. everything is in super slow motion and there's a monster coming up behind you. many others are there too, and they're also clawing and scrapeing to get through.
basically, it's like the rest of life's worst parts- wanting what your neighbors have and the willingness to do whatever it takes to get it, to come out on top of the pile, all else be damned.
some on here have gone as far as saying they are almost done with sports, in general. let that sink in for a moment- we're talking about Americans who were absorbed with many sports either as a fan or a player from a very young age, some participating through college and beyond. first, it might have been leaving pro sports then it snowballed from there to varying degrees and for varying reasons.
ok, change is always happening and inevitable but THIS is way beyond cozy day dreams