Especially football. I can't think of anything I do that gives me the up-down roller-coaster rush that football fans get from watching their team in action.
But then I never did like roller coasters, even when I was young. And I've never had a team. I don't know how it feels to have a team. I don't know how it feels to care.
Which is strange, considering that I've lived most of my adult life in Columbus, Ohio, a city that eats, sleeps, breathes, sweats and weeps Ohio State football, where we residents refer to ourselves as "Buckeyes" in support of the team, and where life as we know it stops on Saturday afternoons when the Ohio State Buckeyes are playing.
"Go Bucks!" is a common and acceptable form of greeting in Columbus during football season. I say "Go Bucks!" myself.
But I say it just to be sociable, and the words come from my mouth, not, alas, from my heart. While the rest of the city writhes in Buckeye Fever I remain strangely cool.
But we don't revel only in Buckeye Fever in Columbus.
Columbus is a fairly cosmopolitan place - it seems like almost everyone you meet is from somewhere else; people move here then their children grow up and move away to be replaced by more people from somewhere else. Maybe this is why we're such a polite city. (see blog post from 9/11/14 and 9/12/14).
And since we don't have an NFL team of our own here in Columbus, everyone carries with them loyalty to their home-town team or the home-town team of their parents, and the loyalties are fierce. The rivalry is especially intense among Cleveland Browns, Cincinnati Bengals, and Pittsburg Steelers fans.
And so while on Saturday afternoons in Columbus everyone roots for the Ohio State Buckeyes, on Sunday afternoons fans segregate according to their team, and gather in the living rooms or in the bars where their fellow fans congregate to represent.
Even back then, finding myself a spot in the dining room or the kitchen or the room across the hall from the living room that we that we called the far living room, anywhere in the house but in the living room amidst the commotion therein, I'd wonder at the thrill everyone else but me seemed to take in watching people run up and down a field carrying a ball.
Still, I was always glad when the Eagles won.
Just as I'm glad nowadays when the Buckeyes win. And I'm especially glad when the Browns win, as they ended up doing yesterday, by a heartbeat.
Which I guess is as good a feeling as any to end a weekend with.