kevincoady wrote:
It wouldn't take too much editing for me to rewrite this as an editorial on all the reasons I love Kona.This ^^^^^^^^^
I think this is the way of sport -- really the way of life -- the human condition. Back in the day when I played golf (poorly), I could have penned a kileyay-esque takedown as to how stupid the sport is -- and yet, if there wasn't an attraction, the essay would make no sense. The whole idea of sport is stupid. Why does anybody care about it? Why does anybody care about chasing a white ball around a pasture? Why does anybody care about smacking a ball over a net? Getting an oblong ball across the goal line? Getting a sphere to go through a hoop? Biking and running 138.2 across a tropical lava field in the mid Pacific? The only answer I can come up with is that we care because we care. We care because a tradition built up that created a mass hysteria that we buy into.
An essay like kileyay's could be written by someone whose relationship with the sport (in this case chasing a Kona slot/racing at Kona/cheering for pros at Kona) is irredeemably broken; it could be written by someone who only thinks it is irredeemably broken; it could be written by someone who is still is completely in love with the sport, but the sport is not reciprocating that love -- but in any case it could't be written by someone who was never in love with it -- and it could never be appreciated like it can be by others who share the love hate relationship with that sport (or, to a lesser degree, any other sport).
At any rate, I haven't fallen out of love with this Kona sport (at least not yet) for many of the reasons in the OP.