Well, in my forties now, and although my priorities were admittedly askew earlier in my youth, I now view sports as frosting or a brief escape from more weighty matters.
But I see your point— I do know people, and suspect you do as well based on your last note, that have decidedly warped notions of what is important in life. This(hopefully)changes with maturation.
Still there’s room for a little dessert in a big life.
Roger the dessert! I love to watch my Longhorns and Spurs play, but I don’t get all wrapped around the axle (like my BIL does) if I have to miss a game.