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How Sports Saved My Pandemic Brain

And taught me what’s really important in life

Eve Peyser
Human Parts
Published in
5 min readSep 17, 2021

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Image by Erik Drost via Wikimedia Commons

The NBA post-season ended in July, the Olympics came and went in August, the US Open was over before I knew it in September, so when the football season kicked off last weekend, I was thrilled. Before Covid, I could not have told you the difference between a shortstop and a running back, but as pandemic life crawled forward with no end in sight, I’ve gone from being a casual sports viewer to a total fanatic. Sports, as I’ve discovered, is the one thing I can still get excited about in an overwhelmingly hopeless and deeply annoying moment in human history.

I used to hate sports. Growing up, I regarded them as exhausting to play — I had to go to occupational therapy for several years because I lacked hand-eye coordination — and even more exhausting to watch. When I was a kid, I’d visit my dad’s brother (“Uncle Al”) in Long Island a handful of weekends every year. Uncle Al’s house was always a trip — he collected cacti, always had a calendar with pictures of naked ladies on his fridge, and everything reeked of pot. I’d often find him lounging on the leather couch in his living room, watching golf on his giant TV. I didn’t understand why anyone would want to watch golf. I couldn’t detect any narrative, and I never got why they all clapped so…

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Eve Peyser
Eve Peyser

Written by Eve Peyser

nyc native living in the pnw. read my writing in the new york times, nymag, vice, and more.

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