Life is not a Spectator Sport
We are constantly
being warned to check with our physicians before beginning athletics.
Play and games evidently can be risky business. What we are not
told are the risks of not beginning athletics-that the most dangerous
sport of all is watching it from the stands.
The
weakest among us can become some kind of athlete, but only the
strongest can survive as spectators. Only the hardiest can withstand
the perils of inertia, inactivity, and immobility. Only the most
resilient can cope with the squandering of time, the deterioration
in fitness, the loss of creativity, the frustration of emotions,
and the dulling of moral sense that can afflict the dedicated
spectator.
Physiologists
have suggested that only those who can pass the most rigorous
physical examination can safely follow the sedentary life. Man
was not made to remain at rest. Inactivity is completely unnatural
to the body. And what follows is a breakdown of the body's equilibrium.
When
the beneficial effects of activity on the heart and circulation
and indeed on all the body's systems are absent, everything measurable
begins to go awry.
Up
goes the girth of the waist and the body weight. Up goes blood
pressure and heart rate. Up goes cholesterol and triglycerides.
Up goes everything you would like to go down and down everything
you would like to go up. Down goes vital capacity and oxygen consumption.
Down goes flexibility and efficiency, stamina and strength. Fitness
fast becomes a memory.
The
seated spectator is not a thinker, he is a knower. Unlike the
athlete who is still seeking his own experience, who leaves himself
open to truth, the spectator has closed the ring. His thinking
has become rigid knowing. He has enclosed himself in bias and
partisanship and prejudice. He has ceased to grow.
And
it is growth he needs most to handle the emotions thrust upon
him, emotions he cannot act out in any satisfactory way. He is
, you see, an incurable distance from the athlete and participation
in the effort is the athlete's release, the athlete's catharsis.
He is watching people who have everything he wants and cannot
get. They are having all the fun: the fun of playing, the fun
of winning, even the fun of losing. They are having the physical
exhaustion which is the quickest way to fraternity and equality,
the exhaustion which permits you to be not only a good winner
but a good loser.
Because
the spectator cannot experience what the athlete is experiencing,
the fan is seldom a good loser. The emphasis on winning is therefore
much more of a problem for the spectator than the athlete. The
losing fan, filled with emotions which have no healthy outlet,
is likely to take it out on his neighbor, the nearest inanimate
object, the umpires, the stadium or the game itself. It is easier
to dry out a drunk, take someone off hard drugs or watch a three-pack-a-day
smoker go cold turkey than live with a fan during a long losing
streak.
Should
a spectator pass all these physical and mental and emotional tests,
he still has another supreme challenge to his integrity. He is
part of a crowd, part of a mob. He is with those the coach in
The Games called, "The nothingmen, those oafs in the stands
filling their bellies." And when someone is in a crowd, out
go his individual standards of conduct and morality. He acts in
concert with his fellow spectators and descends two or three rungs
on the evolutionary ladder. He slips backward down the development
tree.
From
the moment you become a spectator, everything is downhill.