Relative Something

Some things that I don’t know:

I don’t know how humans can get faster and faster in sprint competitions, continually breaking records. Won’t there be a point where it isn’t physically possible to go any faster?

I don’t know how competition in the NFL can get any more intense in terms of speed and impact. We gotta be getting close to the limit on how hard a person can get hit and still continue to play every week.

I don’t know why hockey players so often are allowed to get away with unsportsmanlike behavior, after the official blows a whistle, with no negative consequence.

I don’t know why professional cyclists continue to use banned substances even though being so thoroughly monitored by their sports governing agency.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to identify with Brett Favre as a Minnesota Viking.

I don’t know why my home teams sometimes sign world-class talent (Kevin Garnett/Joe Mauer/Randy Moss, among others) but can’t pull together to play to a level the stars deserve, you know, like the level that wins in the playoffs.

I don’t know if I will be able to stand it if the Minnesota Gopher football team becomes a Big (11) Ten power house and earns a prestigious post-season bowl game.

I don’t know why the passion for following local sports teams has stayed with me all these years, even when I’ve tried to practice some intentional disdain from time to time.

I don’t know why I would start a list like this when there is no end to what I don’t know.

I don’t know why I am quitting here. But I am.