I played college baseball and I’ll say that baseball players are the huggiest, back-pattinest, ass-slappinest, chest-thumpingest, handshakingest, guys in tight pants you’ll find.
In real-life, I’m one of those people that has that 3-foot box around them and I don’t want it to be invaded. The exceptions being my wife and son.
We can talk without you standing 6 inches from me. we can talk without you putting your arma round me or touching my shoulder.
But sports is different. You’re clsoer to your teammates than certain members of your family. You live with these guys (dorm), eat with these guys (cafe), train and practice with these guys, drink with these guys, and fight with (i.e. for) these guys. Then, when you apply the combination of the emotion and the commonlaity of a goal with the above, you get all sorts of “male bonding”.
I don’t know if it’s “channelling homosexuality” as Annie says in Bull Durham or what.
Heck in the dugout, a teammate could smack your rear, give it shake, and you think nothing of it. Some guy does that on the street and it’s “fight night”. I don’t know why that is.
Again, outside of my immediate family, I’m not a touchy-huggy person, but in sports, I never seemed to mind.
I think this is why athletes never seem to retire, you share things with teammates that friends in the “Real world” never seem to be able to fulfill.
The emotion of a sporting event is like nothing else I have experienced. Imagine at work, occassioanlly you guys up and get $10,000 bonuses. If this happens regularly b/c of your hard work and cooperative goal achievement, you and your co-workers might start some ass-slapping and chest-bumping too.
Why is it okay to kiss your mom on your lips (or is it? Frued?), but your dad gets it on the cheek? Most guys I know don’t kiss their dads, I do.